This issue is deep
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gnaw me
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tricky locksmith
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Shoot non-stop!
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The era is not mine, but whose is it?
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Your patriarchal language will be cut off, my lord.
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Don't be hesitant, educated murderer
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That's why my curse is after you
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My days are on this road my name is Mori de Zappa
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Volta became a scavenger in the plots, the ax
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Written on every wall, the motto is with blood on every wall
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That anger boiling in my blood appeared on our horizon
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My eyes are dazzled, I went crazy for no reason
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My heart is rotten with cursed curses
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Whatever, whatever happens
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Let my fists be filled with surreal madness
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Let this world drown from its own filth
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While I'm getting out of the cars scared by their description
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Whatever happens now, let it be
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Wandering through the pitch black nights
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I don't mind 'no fear
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As the sun disappears overhead
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no matter what
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Wandering through the pitch black nights
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I don't mind 'no fear
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They saw my face through the window of the back seat by the Golden Horn
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Strange creatures in the streets
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You can't find what you're looking for, no matter how much you search
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How many football fields are between us and peace
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That's why it's an enigma
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All my vague knowledge of tomorrow like a beautiful woman's name |
Days repeated each other like a bad 'Mc
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They all came and passed, I never broke my disposition
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I got out of the car while playing All Eyez On Me
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Of course, nobody cared
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I leaned into the dark when I was really depressed
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There were six of us besides me by the fire.
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you misunderstood me
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I got my tongue wrong
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Followed by those left behind
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My blood overflowed from my heart and was suddenly drawn into my eyes
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I couldn't defeat my anger, who now has the time to be afraid?
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Who has time to be afraid now?
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Who's time to be afraid
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I go back to the old times and write sometime
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I blush and spoil it and get scared again
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Ants win barley larger than their height, and I'm like the king of the jungle, a male lion
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i sleep
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There is no market for insects that writes its history
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You glide like a star go get a wedge under it
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It's about deep rust in the bowl under the ground
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I'll break your builds on a cash basis into six feats
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The rest of the raping minutes
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Truths under vague tongues
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Pods that don't come out, all kinds of somersaults
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Pinocchio who do not look into the eyes in the visible village
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Go straight to the road, you don't have a break
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Send reasonable wishes on the cardboard hanging around your neck. |
Risk-free fiascos in my pocket for all poses in the theater I've set up
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«I proudly present my farewell, my suicide»
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It was written in your letter from an old friend
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I can understand from this situation
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I think spring this year was a bit of a mystery
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And even tomorrow in suspense (yeah)
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I brought your greetings from a non-Musella
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He is the evil and sullen son of his mother, his wife.
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His ordeal is somewhat exceptional.
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That's why it's a shame to wear plain clothes
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From a stray radio
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From number to excuse
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Neighborhoods from resentful households
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There are no legends from the unknown city, what more?
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That's why it's not missing from the mouth, they let me in bur
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The description of my temperament is in the middle of a miracle
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What other information of the situation is needed?
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My elephants in the brain disappeared with a few drugs
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But the broken fox in the head is in marriage with each other
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Whatever happens now, let it be
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Wandering through the pitch black nights
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I don't mind 'no fear
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As the sun disappears overhead
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no matter what
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Wandering through the pitch black nights
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I don't mind 'no fear
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War, I think we're close
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Turn on the radio, something's starting to shoot, you're tinkling something like this |
The sound of the city is on 90.0 Şehir FM
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Stop like this pull
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Our collaboration will continue at full speed after the song break.
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don't leave us |