Вершы: Afterhours. Angela.

Angela enters her room made of guilt
and
Speaks to herself as if she was a man
The rest around is makin'too much noise
too much noise
Too much noise...
I got a window just in front of me
Without a motion a can see
their flaming hills
Falling in love is takin'too much time
too much time
And too much noise too much noise?


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