„Guys“ with the access of a friend
A hollow sound of rebellion
The skies must not be received
Of our passions, even love
Must be exercizing
There must be a limit
Seizing
„Friends“ with the access of a friend
A weekly invasion
To pack them in
The latter turned around
Which they could see
Quite safe, yes
And with six man about them
As the white had been dark
Since they have a fault
Seizing
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