| City door, swearing, smoke,.
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| .  | 
| hero.  | 
| stairs, value integrity.
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| Shouts, brands, murals on the window
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| The word is not a sparrow, everything is so variable.
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| Oversleeped.  | 
| Fire, water, air, breath
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| Minus overboard, music a hundred.
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| Table with water on it.  | 
| Cars are standing
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| The same tent, next to a line of people.
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| Attic, balcony, lift, philly.  | 
| Doesn't seem to get stuck
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| The kettle is boiling on the stove, there are types in the hallway.
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| Stretch the fruit, try it.  | 
| Amnesia.  | 
| Through the meter tram
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| We stood in a row right at the crossing.
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| Years, hours, days.  | 
| Burn in the fire
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| I so loved everything that influenced my mind.
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| The city left me scribbles for the evening,
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| Fuck, fire.  | 
| I will forget everything again.
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| I forget, there are days.  | 
| Eats their flames
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| Smoke was kicking out from him at a distance.
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| In the mind, all the figures changed places,
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| It has already been so.  | 
| Next, I forget.
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| I forget, there are days.  | 
| Eats their flames
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| Smoke was kicking out from him at a distance.
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| In the mind, all the figures changed places,
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| It has already been so.  | 
| Next, I forget.
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| We are your hundred pounds thriller,
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| Watched.  | 
| on the balcony.  | 
| Ate, drank Miller.
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| Yura brought a one and a half meter killer into the hall | 
| So feel better as hell right now.
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| Great, I add hasla to the fire so that it does not go out
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| Don't fall out of the puzzle.  | 
| And don't be late tomorrow.
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| All right, get in touch, come on.  | 
| Life is Beautiful.
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| I add hasla to the fire so that it does not go out.
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| Don't fall out of the puzzle.  | 
| And don't be late tomorrow.
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| All right, get in touch, come on.  | 
| Life is Beautiful.
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| I add hasla to the fire so that it does not go out.
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| And here everything is known where it will take
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| the cramped rooms are empty again in the spring.
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| Your style, tight bucket in the morning
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| On the table.  | 
| Omitted and repeat.
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| Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday - choose from seven
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| We arrived.  | 
| Watch the time burn
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| Pure adrenaline with transitions of rhymes,
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| The timbre, the voice is stuffed, plus I would wake up.
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| Everything is stable.  | 
| We were, we will be and we are
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| Like brick walls at a distillery.
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| We will multiply these epics without consequences,
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| It's hot here on Volochaevka.
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| A mad knock, and somewhere the bushes grow
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| The stupor is parried with a good portion of smoke.
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| Thanks to him, our son's inventions
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| .  | 
| will return, will please the prospect.
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| I forget, there are days.  | 
| Eats their flames
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| Smoke was kicking out from him at a distance. | 
| In the mind, all the figures changed places,
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| It has already been so.  | 
| Next, I forget.
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| I forget, there are days.  | 
| Eats their flames
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| Smoke was kicking out from him at a distance.
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| In the mind, all the figures changed places,
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| It has already been so.  | 
| Next, I forget. |