Rap curse to seek, Methusena bathed in the morning across the country; |
trap rivers
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Even though his sweat does not erase all his sins, it vomits his conscience from his skin.
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In the shadows of an inoperative train station, the tracks always stretch out
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If they only knew their thirst, the seas would be thirsty for heavy rains
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Only a gamble to his death will clean up the lies he told
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There are as many songs as he wrote, when he is silent, God watches from above
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He fights with himself or the one who is shot is from us and the one who hits is always from us
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He is offended, he begs the day to God, "My God, forgive us, don't be ashamed of us"
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Fall wants to wake up to summer, but fortune returns
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The inhabitants of the desolate city extinguish the lights of life
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Loneliness prints, but it's not always pretty
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Because the loneliness that gave birth to those poems kills the poets
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Yar, I have a tomorrow in the seas of your hand
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Neither summer nor it rained, the years rained
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I can't write, get away, I'm walking into black nights
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Yar, I have a tomorrow in the seas of your hand
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Neither summer nor it rained, the years rained
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I can't write, get away, I'm walking into black nights
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While you are knitting, your webs of life think of yesterday
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Wrong gnaws your brain
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His ship is wrecked, his crew escapes
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Turns its course into desolation
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Wakes up snow, winter, grief
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The sky grounded attitude
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Those who do the right things in life are usually applauded when they die.
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arguing with the essence every night as if you don't know it's useless.
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Wrong story, wrong city, wrong friends, wrong woman
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Have the ships burned; |
neither throne remains, nor fall
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Lord give me back my mind
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How many times have I fallen for people's smiles?
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How many times did they eat me right?
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Like this
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I'm so guilty, who knows how many bodies I'll hurt
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Give no reason today
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Let me save you from small efforts
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I'm so guilty, tell me which one should I go for?
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Believe me, I'm made of Satan, I'm on the side of angels
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Yar, I have a tomorrow in the seas of your hand
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Neither summer nor it rained, the years rained
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I can't write, get away, I'm walking into black nights
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Yar, I have a tomorrow in the seas of your hand
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Neither summer nor it rained, the years rained
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I can't write, get away, I'm walking into black nights
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Yar, I have a tomorrow in the seas of your hand
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Neither summer nor it rained, the years rained
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I can't write, get away, I'm walking into black nights
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Yar, I have a tomorrow in the seas of your hand
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Neither summer nor it rained, the years rained
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I can't write, get away, I'm walking into black nights |