Amiante

All the little that add up and accumulate make all the thing all so worse Telephones with legs that run away, away from you I don’t know, I feel so curst I thought you were the one neme of every think, let me just try and bloody speak All the little things I really love to do, I don’t know I feel the fucking heat All the little things I really love to do, let me just try and bloody speak All the little things I really love to do, I don’t know I feel the fucking heat