Текст песни Your Chill Long Hands

Eats a sunny-side up
She has no time
And goes out with a book of fate
She's not satisfied with his buying things impulse

Takes a taxi
Changes metros
And she stops to smoke by words
She's on the way to small garden
He's waiting for her

Reads newspaper
Checks his clock
And goes out with a purse and cards
He's not satisfied with her believing in the fate
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Takes an useless ticket
Changes money
And he stops to phone his room
He's on the way to small garden
She's waiting for him

I lost knowledge number nine
You only give me some peace of mind
I am a slave of past and blindness
You don't wanna know what will happen

I'll take down your ego and identify me
The fourth dimension I live in like imitation

This is the reason for waiting there
Is this the story just like you?