Планов — море. Денег — на жизнь, так что многое из списка планов вычёркивается.
I wish I was a neutron bomb for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a santimental ornament you hanf on
The Christmas tree I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence
I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward to sky
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