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Art makes sense when you listen to a song because it resembles our dialogue.
Lyrics:
I sold my soul to the devil for Crimean wine,
I don't want to feel anything at all anymore.
So somewhere out there far away at a lonely dawn
You'll have to accept that you're just like everyone else.
Let's talk. You still don't dream.
And who are you writing your stupid poems to now?
How many times have you quit smoking during this time?
You have so many friends, but you have no one to talk to.
I have everything as always: stupid and funny.
You know all this yourself, that's how it is with us.
It's too late to change anything now,
We fucked up everything, we have nothing more to lose.
The author of the song: Yulchanskaya
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 914px
File Size 140 kB
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