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. |