In Wonderland where there are no fairies, there is a criminal code
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where there are no Gods, everything depends entirely on us
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don't go
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to this wonderland
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WILL KILL
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In Wonderland where there are no fairies, there is a criminal code
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Where there are no maps, and the compass is lost somewhere
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don't go
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to this wonderland
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WILL KILL
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Brought up. |
trained lady.
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Leaving parental home. |
Looking for ways
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threads, new - faces, smells, tastes
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Luxurious doll in a fox fur collar.
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but that doll fell out of the chest of good traditions
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Manners and governesses seemed to be non-existent
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Where is she? |
Lost and left alone
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Where is she? |
Choked so that a meter to the bottom.
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Where is she? |
not seventh heaven, in the middle of a dream
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white. |
The last two months whistle with spaces
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made. |
a bold decision was made.
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One goes to the emerald city.
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Main part (first):
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First night
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She drank a lot
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The dose of champagne is doubled exactly
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Another glass and dot...
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Half - floor.
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I woke up in the morning right there...
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Drooling dripped onto the table.
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night number two
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In the bar
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started small
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Somewhere got a fool.
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Heavy. |
Fog. |
inserted.
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Got rid of laughter. |
Top liter of cocktails,
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But luckily, some guy dragged her to bed.
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night number three
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party with a new friend in the apartment
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Rum. |
Smoke. |
Coke.
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Sapphire pupils...
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Sex. |
More coke.
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restored forces.
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The limits are sealed.
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Non-stop.
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A month has passed
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She is in the company of peers
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For days they blow numba one.
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Pus between eyelashes.
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Recalculate
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can
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stairs steps
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Next station -
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piizdets.
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she fell in love. |
Strongly. |
Every night anew.
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She pierced people with her sharp eyes. |
She didn't care.
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Smooth and imperceptible
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somehow
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the main thing
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I got on blue screens, flew to Cannes with someone ...
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In clubs they let her in as their own
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Round
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She didn't understand it
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turning into a whore
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and sometimes... being drunk
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closer to morning
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she called her mother
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hung up.
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Second part:
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She was on a diet
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from powder and whiskey
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she did not know
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what
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chewed by relatives
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the sea was up to her knees
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hedges are low
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did not notice how
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days were clamped in a vise
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under the press
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and everyday life of princesses passed
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I was a witness
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How did the regression develop?
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showed interest in her
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motherfuckers with lava
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she was intoxicated with thoughts of possible glory
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she was spinning
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like someone's doll on a carousel
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she walked
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while the parents sat down
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fell asleep
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in puffs of smoke in cool hotels
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and life was seething
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but somehow missed the target
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years have passed
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did she change her mind? |
xxx
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What you…
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tried to make money
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Driven from work
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From acid
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The skin became like a sponge,
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And at night she called her mother
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She hung up. |