Title: Необов'язково

Text: Dreams. That's where I have to go, to see your beautiful, face anymore, I stare at a picture of you and listen to the radio. Hope, hope there's a conversation, we both admit we had it good, but until then it's alienation I know, that much is understood, and realize... if you ask me, how I'm doing, I would say I'm doing just fine! I would lie and say that you're not on my mind. But I go out, and I sit down, at a table set for two, and finally I'm forced to face the truth... no matter what I say. Кожен абзац буде тестом.

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