Clarina Perfect Strings

Na na...na. No, no.

You're the only thing that feels me, that in your body understands me.

Na na...na. No, no.

You're the only thing I understand, as you understand me.

Na na...na. No, no.

You're the only thing you understand, that in your body understands me.

Na na...na. No, no.

Surrender, in case tomorrow I don't have you.

We're the hard ones.

Get dressed and shout, tell me music.

We're the hard ones.

Songs of national elites.

Catanas, the Golden Boy.

The thousand, the mighty.

Tell me music.

This is a form of music.

It's working in a factory with a lot of flows.

This is a way to cause a mass to music.

To the community and to mean.

That I want to be with you, with you, with you.

Go out and tell him friends.

Like I liked you.

I'm dreaming of you.

And I can't fall from people.

And the way we always did.

It's my face, my mind.

It's the letter you never forget.

Today you've read me.

Today you see me every Sunday.

Now I just end up being a monster.

That day, when you know your friend.

And that I still live.

Friend.

I don't want you and me to die, the chair of a dog.

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