| I argue with myself
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| The only survivor after yesterday
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| My generation was covered in pussy
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| We dripped a lot into the turret
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| The roofs are leaking
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| With a click, it will be typed from each
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| Five deviations from the norm
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| And no adaptation
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| Social disabled, clothes on a hanger
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| There are posters from the past on the wall
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| They smashed the factory, jerked off the canvases
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| At twenty-five we'll fuck off the past
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| We are not waiting for a miracle
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| Pour through a mug
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| I am with kindness, and you are looking for a catch
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| Small nose and healthy ears
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| Everyone knows about everyone in advance
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| wow, dialogue
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| Count in your mind, these are thousands of stupid sheep
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| Life is hard, what the fuck
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| thought tired father
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| And finally opened another strong
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| I, like him, do not like conversations
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| Changed cities, losing friends
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| More precisely, he threw a reason
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| For this I
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| Dust and dirt will come off me
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| Youngsters will stop looking for an idol in me
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| I'm finally drunk enough to have enough
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| Heart, raping twice, remember
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| It's almost therapy
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| Attention is expensive
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| Essence is free
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| I will take myself to share with everyone
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| And that, and another,
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| But they don't need another
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| Just attention, more please
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| Hey, everyone only sees what they want to see
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| I see how my last viewer will forget how to love
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| You want to forget everything or hate
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| I want to show the wrong side and fuck with an epithet
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| Not habits made me who I am
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| Don't take my habits, why are you like a motherfucker
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| I run my affairs, I run them to certain death
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| I did not listen to anyone and grew up as an asshole
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| And everything is so dead
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| That I'm not interested in unwinding them
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| Drunk walk on the blade and every now and then I fall
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| Therefore, crumpled and not at all like hot cakes
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| Except for once
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| So I didn’t become anyone for you
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| Although I could
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| Dust and dirt will come off me
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| Youngsters will stop looking for an idol in me
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| I'm finally drunk enough to have enough
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| Heart, raping twice, remember
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| It's almost therapy
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| Youngsters will stop looking for an idol in me
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| I'm finally drunk enough to have enough
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| Heart, raping twice, remember
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| It's almost therapy |