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Notes05/07/2021
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Sinairq
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Niche hipsteroud, Thailand has become mainstream.
- Dimitry you old sly dog, what are you doing to me ? -
This is about niche for the tender, oud in gentle.
Spray once and I'll sell my belongings.
Self-discovery trip #simpleliving. Is what you do without a compass or map.
I'm drawn to Thailand.
Germany ? I have to get away, away.
Once more jet-lag, from now on only backpack.
First airport, then tuk-tuk, then gas station.
Flowers soaked in gasoline?
First hut made of wood, in it there was a lot of medicine,
Man the gal from down-under, smells like no other.
In a shirt full of sweat, then danced in the sand,
Ecstasy ! Our nights are long,
Folk drugs, hugs, singing
Campfire songs, I make new bonds.
Been here for a while now.
Money's getting tight, the sun's burning.
That girl from back in the day?
She was almost too cute to be true and my skin is now brown as cocoa,
Always wanted the opposite, but now have wife......and n kid.
Got up close and personal with me, with her, with the world. Ask yourself who we are.
Started smoking now for stress, tobacco with vanilla.
Work at the spice shop to pay the rent and upkeep,
my new boss is called DImitry, a filthy rich Russian.
Cinnamon and cocoa are my daily bread.
Is far away so much better than home?
Slave labor in paradise, chains are everywhere.
Now seriously social criticism ?
The wife is gone. My son is screaming.
My hut smells a bit like wild animal by now.
The bag of cocoa is just son moderately good pillow.
I sleep little, was it all really worth it ?
This is about niche for the tender, oud in gentle.
Spray once and I'll sell my belongings.
Self-discovery trip #simpleliving. Is what you do without a compass or map.
I'm drawn to Thailand.
Germany ? I have to get away, away.
Once more jet-lag, from now on only backpack.
First airport, then tuk-tuk, then gas station.
Flowers soaked in gasoline?
First hut made of wood, in it there was a lot of medicine,
Man the gal from down-under, smells like no other.
In a shirt full of sweat, then danced in the sand,
Ecstasy ! Our nights are long,
Folk drugs, hugs, singing
Campfire songs, I make new bonds.
Been here for a while now.
Money's getting tight, the sun's burning.
That girl from back in the day?
She was almost too cute to be true and my skin is now brown as cocoa,
Always wanted the opposite, but now have wife......and n kid.
Got up close and personal with me, with her, with the world. Ask yourself who we are.
Started smoking now for stress, tobacco with vanilla.
Work at the spice shop to pay the rent and upkeep,
my new boss is called DImitry, a filthy rich Russian.
Cinnamon and cocoa are my daily bread.
Is far away so much better than home?
Slave labor in paradise, chains are everywhere.
Now seriously social criticism ?
The wife is gone. My son is screaming.
My hut smells a bit like wild animal by now.
The bag of cocoa is just son moderately good pillow.
I sleep little, was it all really worth it ?
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