Like, it is barely outside I, don't always with last snow. Sweet cheese, Salinas is all will ever trust, ya, know I, don't always -. We spent through the highways ? my shadow through the Sundays along the way. Melodies we haven't played now I, don't know, go in around these walls to create a song we'll go through the wastelands through the highways, so my shadow to Sundays we'll be number. If you see the horizon, tell us the thousands and will grow be number phew love to see the we'll go.
Source : TECH MA