| I had a lot of motivation, it's a pity
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| I'm up now, but it's safe mode
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| Go all the way to the hope of tomorrow
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| As you can see, he disappeared
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| Aji Maji La Faraji
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| A few activists and we are paralyzed
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| You are in a really strange situation
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| Bass picked the tail with a pen
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| This discussion cannot be interpreted
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| They say the future has left this country
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| For the sparrow community
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| The future means tonight
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| But don't scream, don't ask
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| Do not fly any more
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| Be quiet, don't laugh, don't sing
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| Don't make way for anyone else
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| It means to be forced to sleep
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| Just remember that one day you had wings
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| Hands tied in front of the bully
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| The country of flowers and flowers
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| Whoever arrives, cut off the clogs
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| Whoever could escape from this square
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| You cannot repeat what you said
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| So you have to sit down and listen
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| Lai Joona talking about the will
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| And we avoid the word advice
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| And virtues are on the face, not on the character
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| And we sat on the fault of truth
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| Those who feast at night
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| From that end of the world, he says, "Viva Watan".
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| Not to be found with a few words
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| Only people are fuel for politics
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| Even though the brain is busy
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| I think he is under fire
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| Another destination is dark
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| But I will stay
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| I know what they want to make of me
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| Even in their thoughts, I will not leave
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| Let's put a checkerboard now
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| But I will stay
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| Even though the brain is busy |
| I think he is under fire
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| Another destination is dark
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| But I will stay
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| I know what they want to make of me
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| Even in their thoughts, I will not leave
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| Let's put a checkerboard now
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| But I will stay
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| They beat me, I don't care
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| The form of this city does not shock me
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| People are like chahin that whatever
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| They don't seem to be in a bad mood
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| The view of the city is strange to me
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| It's like everyone is an actor
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| I see everything for days
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| And I think about it all night
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| Now don't get in a bad mood and beat yourself up
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| Say yes to the rest of the way
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| No rain, ointment with a dropper
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| The only solution is to laugh
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| Our measurement, money circulation
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| It means that the values have fallen from our eyes
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| One left his philosophies
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| To prove the philosophy of Keleshkund
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| The sight of the round obscenity
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| half attack var
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| Sharp and skilled
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| Which is more economical?
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| This is the cradle of pride
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| No more knowledge
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| Vision and understanding
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| under poverty line
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| Look at the appearance, the principle of intelligence
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| There is a rat excrement inside the brain
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| He wrapped himself in brands
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| Identity and Null Core
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| Same as hormonal fruits
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| Pizer and bags full of money
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| to make a jar and blind the seen
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| Come up with great ideas
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| and fill the desk
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| I left the congregation
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| These kites are tied to a string
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| This is the nervous face of the cardiac guard
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| that many came and hurt
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| Even though the brain is busy |
| I think he is under fire
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| Another destination is dark
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| But I will stay
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| I know what they want to make of me
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| Even in their thoughts, I will not leave
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| Let's put a checkerboard now
|
| But I will stay
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| Even though the brain is busy
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| I think he is under fire
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| Another destination is dark
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| But I will stay
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| I know what they want to make of me
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| Even in their thoughts, I will not leave
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| Let's put a checkerboard now
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| But I will stay
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| That's why I see life as a struggle
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| I will meet you with the program
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| I am twenty years old
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| Now I am getting help from my body
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| I put the skin of the city in front of everyone
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| It is full of aimless brains
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| I do not give permission for censorship
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| The beautiful words that everyone says
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| Rap means soul cupping
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| Punishment of blind judgment
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| Separation of justice and force
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| Last house, business and money
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| In word and deed, all works are within limits
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| As long as I have my pen, I am the richest of all
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| But sometimes I feel that I am not feeling well
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| An umbrella will be placed over my head
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| And I drew the picture of the marsh with the word
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| Where they crucify me
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| Instead of sitting down
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| I sanded my canine teeth
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| It doesn't matter what year it is
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| From here on, it's extra time
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| You go downhill and speed up
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| You see, sixty hours means one second
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| You are mortal until you say goodbye |
| The card is to fill in the blanks
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| It's like you fell in the middle of a dark well
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| You only have a picture of us
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| From where the umbilical cord was cut
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| Until the end of a straight line
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| I beat the steps somehow
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| May the earth be eternal for my feet
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| I see the story from the bottom
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| to turn to bad feet
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| So I will get my right and then I will die
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| Even if I break it a hundred times, I will get plaster
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| I got involved in shoulds and shouldn'ts
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| I wanted to respect people
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| I was dissolved in the distant nature
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| Now I return to my truth
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| Even though the brain is busy
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| I think he is under fire
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| Another destination is dark
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| But I will stay
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| I know what they want to make of me
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| Even in their thoughts, I will not leave
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| Let's put a checkerboard now
|
| But I will stay
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| Even though the brain is busy
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| I think he is under fire
|
| Another destination is dark
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| But I will stay
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| I know what they want to make of me
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| Even in their thoughts, I will not leave
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| Let's put a checkerboard now
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| But I will stay |