| If your ears ached from the sounds of percussion
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| If your teeth hurt, then you already know
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| Bad aftertaste from polyclinics
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| I don't want to see a doctor - that's how we are
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| If your ears ached from the sounds of percussion
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| If your teeth hurt, then you already know
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| Bad aftertaste from polyclinics
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| I don't want to see a doctor - that's how we are
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| My politics know what hiring means
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| Doctors don't get high on their own skin
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| Dip bread in milk. |
| Where is my hoodie?
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| Where is my drug that can cause sleep?
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| New variety of live weight is already on the fork
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| Did you get what you expected from the novelty?
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| As long as we are fed by meat, there will be no change
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| It's too late to say - in the hands of a subscription
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| For people like us, this is not even an option.
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| Rest assured, car exhaust will kill us
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| Much earlier than canned food can handle it
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| Autopsy reports will fill their hospital server
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| Doc will explain them to families, doc will announce the diagnosis
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| Doc can tell you what the Lamb of God wanted
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| He might even refer to it as the Buddha
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| I don't want to see a doctor - that's wonderful
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| If your ears ached from the sounds of percussion
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| If your teeth hurt, then you already know
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| Bad aftertaste from polyclinics
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| I don't want to see a doctor - that's how we are
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| If your ears ached from the sounds of percussion
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| If your teeth hurt, then you already know
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| Bad aftertaste from polyclinics
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| I don't want to see a doctor - that's how we are
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| You, you, he, they
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| Dislocations, we are all psychos
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| Looking for communication through the roof
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| I heard about such jumpers
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| Wait tomorrow, we will sting with courage
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| Without regret, we express that you gave birth
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| Anasha, and our
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| Pajamas with long sleeves
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| barbed wire
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| Weed under heaps and no need to hill up
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| You can easily twist your own fins
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| To foam from the mouth and pour in layers
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| When such a person visits, I meet her with tea
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| All the same herbal decoctions
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| Still the same poison for the weak
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| I don't want to see a doctor
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| Everything is wrong with me, everything is not according to Malysheva
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| I am wounded, killed forever, not alive enough
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| Ruined furs, exchanged for a stack of stanzas
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| And so many dogs are also not in vain, a hundred pounds
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| I don't need iron, brothers, but I need apples,
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| And I put the core on the cops yes cue
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| The patient in any way pestered them, the young hardships are considerable
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| To products, of which there are in bulk on God's forgotten streets
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| Rewind is not an option years ago, where is Roma's coma
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| She steered me, and I did not see the life of a horse except
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| I broke the tree, thank God, I was not on the crowbars from shit
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| Killed a lot of comrades Diggin's cereal drug store
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| Even now we are not corpses - more alive than the living
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| We are not rude, comrade doctor, for a long time, so you look around
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| Except on the ciphers, they say, without smoke
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| We read apples and listen not to Misha, but to Shym
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| If your ears ached from the sounds of percussion
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| If your teeth hurt, then you already know
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| Bad aftertaste from polyclinics
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| I don't want to see a doctor - that's how we are
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| If your ears ached from the sounds of percussion
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| If your teeth hurt, then you already know
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| Bad aftertaste from polyclinics
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| I don't want to see a doctor - that's how we are |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Колесо — оба зрения , by - Песочные люди. Song from the album Колесо: оба зрения, in the genre Русский рэп