Algeria Touchshriek

My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide Internet
He's a broken man
I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses around here still have
inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing
If I had another broken name
Oh, I dream of something like that

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Mama did she leave to go to Memphis Are you taking care care of Braidy while she's gone And mama is she down there drown the mem'ries Surely she won't be in Memphis

Another boring Saturday in another boring week, I needed something to wake me up and make my life complete. I had some stuff I'd been saving for a special occasion. I took one,

А самолеты улетают, Тают, тают в облаках! И я в одном из них сжимаюсь, Маюсь, прячу слезы в кулаках. И, между прочим, улыбаюсь, Боюсь, боюсь не улыбнуться. Ведь я же в первый раз пытаюсь Себя заставить не