just wanna play with old-fashioned toysjust wanna fight against ten soldierslying in a bed with ten thousand girlsplaying fortune with their holy minds truth is always hidden somewhereunder million tons of goldi don't believe in their promisesbut i am really confused about that fools look if you find a piece of my lifewhich doesn't fit into expactation
Swiss-Air breathing gentlemenwho all pretend to be social heroes! crash, crack, where's your head/nose/hand

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