| Do it, do it, make it flurry
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| To grandmas flurry
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| Courtroom or sports hall, semi-final
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| Or fuck to the floor - final
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| While at the top of the secretaries bashing, sawing the budget
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| Sawing without noise and dust
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| We're getting bullets out
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| Or do we get what we asked for
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| I believe: the cause is in force, our cause is in force
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| We can do it, we can't do it - it's all about strength,
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| And you deliver us from the crafty cop
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| Do not bury, but keep me healthy
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| There is longing in the zone, there we grieve and grieve, earth
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| There after sunset, there after sunset all thoughts about the house,
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| And here our pelvis is rolled up, the pelvis is rolled up with the forehead
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| And this album is in it
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| And all as one and all as one
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| Or all to the top or all to the bottom
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| And we decided something ourselves, but something was decided for us
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| Let the prosecutor's spindle lead all the threads to us, but
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| Whatever it is, they are waiting for us to post
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| Our white flag, but we will take everything out
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| We are a solid sign, look for us in the alphabet
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| There, between U and S, they do not forgive, alas
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| Whatever it is, they are waiting for us to post
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| Our white flag, but we will take everything out
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| We are a solid sign, look for us in the alphabet
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| There, between U and S, they do not forgive, alas
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| Someone will hang gloves on a nail
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| Let the pulse be unstable, all life at random
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| The essence is in the bullets, in what has been said there is no, if the drops and the essence
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| Like shootouts in hockey, we will implement ideas
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| Under the hood of artiodactyls under three hundred
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| Elbow on the armrest, we go under so that under three hundred
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| Do as you like, and we will do so
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| So that after asking us for an encore
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| To whom is sports, to whom is business, to whom is business in sports
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| Who fists their fists in blood so that there is something to give to their son on Christmas
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| So do it, make money, make money, ah-ah-ay
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| But know that in life we are just tourists
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| I saw sparks in the eyes
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| I saw so much anger that I can't tell
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| And if all of our rewind
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| Lived exactly the same, no matter how it seemed
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| Whatever it is, they are waiting for us to post
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| Our white flag, but we will take everything out
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| We are a solid sign, look for us in the alphabet
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| There, between U and S, they do not forgive, alas
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| Whatever it is, they are waiting for us to post
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| Our white flag, but we will take everything out
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| We are a solid sign, look for us in the alphabet
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| There, between U and S, they do not forgive, alas
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| How many ex-athletes are in prison?
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| And how many former ZKs are in sports?
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| Argue - don't argue
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| Prison is not for me
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| Whatever it is, they are waiting for us to post
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| Our white flag, but we will take everything out
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| We are a solid sign, look for us in the alphabet
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| There, between U and S, they do not forgive, alas
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| How many ex-athletes are in prison?
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| And how many former ZKs are in sports?
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| Argue - don't argue
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| Prison is not for me
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| Whatever it is, they are waiting for us to post
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| Our white flag, but we will take everything out
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| We are a solid sign, look for us in the alphabet
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| There, between U and S, they do not forgive, alas
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| Whatever it is, they are waiting for us to post
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| Our white flag, but we will take everything out
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| We are a solid sign, look for us in the alphabet
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| There, between U and S, they do not forgive, alas
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| Prison is not for me... |