Fatum - The Book Of Bad Habbits | Текст песни

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A way to the home
For my deadman is closed
A way to home
Where my pills and hopes

Stop the car
Stop the car from crash
Stop the car
Can you stop it fast

Used to be alright and so happy right there
But I use to wake up... I'm not a dying light
I love your all and it can't be fine
But my habits just put seed to pot again

You are so fucking nice
Just as my light
We can't break it until
I see your eyes
I'm sitting happy in the carriage first time
It's breaking habits and it can't be special
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I opened book to find myself
To find usual myself from past
17 years of searching were stopped
Because I can't find this man at the papers

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I stopped loving to lose control
But at the same time make this again
And it's a new feel to my soul
Experiments to my book and pen

Existent body, talks and friend
Existent tales from existent lips
Tonight I found a glorious land
Where I can leave my mad pencil

Run away from fuckers

But I don't wanna stopping habits become habit to me