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mark william lewis - Spit
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Текст песни: He was always sick, he could never play
Never play
He's the first to admit that he made mistakes
He made mistakes
He had it in his grip, but it got away
It got away
Blood in your spit every fucking day
Crying over it doesn't make any difference
You've got the keys to your kingdom
Yeah, but the gold on your wrist makes you feel like you're invincible
Invincible
Never play
He's the first to admit that he made mistakes
He made mistakes
He had it in his grip, but it got away
It got away
Blood in your spit every fucking day
Crying over it doesn't make any difference
You've got the keys to your kingdom
Yeah, but the gold on your wrist makes you feel like you're invincible
Invincible
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