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Falcon The The Routes We Wander

of landing anymore. Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors, swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors. These are the routes we wander

landing anymore. Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors, swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors. These are the routes we wander

Перевод: Лос Соколы. Я так счастлив, я мог бы просто Cry Myself To Sleep-или-маршруты мы блуждаем.

of landing anymore. Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors, swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors. These are the routes we wander