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Mike Fox



I hate you,
night And I protivlyus when you take me in your arms cold
You whisper in my ear, you make remembering
When you give another dream, and my anxiety, you are my curse
I hate you, night, you again will not leave anyone to help me
Claws chest I'll disassemble, put pressure on the sore spots, you bastard!
I suddenly understand, understand that alone, you count off a small piece of my life
In the morning I wake up - I aged another day, another day I began to eclipse closer
I am against the world again tomorrow he'll go - my day! My struggle! My victory!
But the sun will hide you again for the mist come to me for a difficult conversation
I ran away from you, the night, just like a cheating husband to his mistress
bottle But you return me back in bed will be waiting for me with a grin
I do not want to feel sorry for myself and on my word you will not hear
You podkradeshsya behind behind will stand smotert
Casually - "you immediately write this ..?"