Everybody’s muffingness — печём кексики вместе!

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Beatles:

Let me take you down,

'cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.

Muffin is real

and muffin to get hung about.

Strawberry Fields forever.

Metallica:

Trust I seek and I find in you

Every day for us something new

Open mind for a different view

And muffin else matters

Breaking Benjamin:

There is muffin left of you

I can see it in your eyes

I have muffin left to give

I have found the perfect end

You were made to make it hurt

Disappear into the dirt

Love pull me down

Hate lift me up

Just turn around

There’s muffin left…

…somewhere far beyond this world

I FEEL MUFFIN ANYMORE…

Poets Of The Fall:

Cos without your love my life ain’t muffin but this carnival of rust

Without you I’m muffin at all

And life has the face of a morbid game

So thanks for muffin I ain’t feeling the magic

Kinda comic how I got tragic

It’s like a fistful of snake eyes,

a hand grenade with bye byes

Like a million spent on muffin

But there was no harmony there

No reason for coexistence

Muffin to span the distance now

Godsmack:

If you try to take me down you’re gonna break

I feel your every muffin that you’re doing for me

I’m picking you out of me

You run away

I stand alone

and I’ve been told to scream

when no one can hear me it doesn’t mean muffin

All or muffin

It’s sometimes life’s between what’s undecided

And all for muffin

It seems I’m wasting my time

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