Backseat, light off
Window open, stereo on
Oh, who gives a shit about tomorrow?
When it comes, we can worry then
And I think that I'm falling
I'm tripping and I'm crawling
It feels like rather often
The years do come to pass
Kas tau pasakė, kad tu kažkas?
Tu tik mazgotė su dideliu "Aš".
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