On the way to the Leningrad region, laziness is a tone
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White day will cast a shadow on the crocus
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There is another bonus, someone is crying, and we are laughing out loud
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Behind the city, ahead is only an abyss
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Light Decay Area, laziness - tone
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White day will cast a shadow on the crocus
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There is another bonus, someone is crying, and we are laughing out loud
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Behind the city, ahead is only an abyss
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Turn on the stove so that we don't shake
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Talk about the eternal, we argue
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I move nonchalantly, I write Magnum Opus
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Being humble, quiet is a precious experience
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And I don't need a vacation, dog mix
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A string twisted the blade
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Evil faces will be out of focus
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And it's profitable for me to have a conscience
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Owl will give adlibs and spend at midnight
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She dark like Oprah, slow down
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Somewhere here the geographer drank away the globe,
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But the cobra won't help, Soros won't help
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Heat, drizzle, tigers will fly into a burning hoop
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Give me well water, I'll wash it
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The hour has struck, the years will iron even Kobe
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The moon is visible in a puddle, let the soot settle
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The bots are sleeping, not a single hair will fall from the head
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On the way to the Leningrad region, laziness is a tone
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White day will cast a shadow on the crocus
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There is another bonus, someone is crying, and we are laughing out loud
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Behind the city, ahead is only an abyss
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Light Decay Area, laziness - tone
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White day will cast a shadow on Crocus
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There is another bonus, someone is crying, and we are laughing out loud
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Behind the city, ahead is only an abyss
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Turn on the stove so that we don't shake |