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on a late night train Heading for the West Dolly slipped behind the wheel of her Mustang With a piece between her breast She put a pistol in her shoulder holster
through your past I'm on a role And I'm moving way to fast (Alright) Aren't we always looking over our shoulders Aren't we always drawing guns from our holsters
(feat. Knightowl) [Slush "The Villain"] I'm getting high til the day that I die like I'm suppose ta I use the lethal weapon 357 in my holster Pull it
: Du suchst nach Worten um dich zu beschweren Du sagst: Hier ist noch nie jemand zuvor gewesen Den Weg gegangen, der immer schmaler wird. Fuhlt sich
a late night train Heading for the West Dolly slipped behind the wheel of her Mustang With a piece between her breast She put a pistol in her shoulder holster
Стоп, стоп! Скрип ботинок. На картине я запомнил: ты в короне, море крови. Ты уронишь тень с ладони. На картоне – я безмолвен. Маслом в холст впиваюсь