| Run, I have the right to shoot you!
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| As much as I have the right to kill you
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| If the run goes wrong, for the sake of life
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| This comes to mind at his last breath
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| No need to rewind the story, stop and listen!
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| They call it insanity, don't forget!
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| 'Cause all I want is to kick your door and get in
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| Blood is everywhere, blood is in Istanbul or in Brooklyn
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| The nervous tired glances of this feeling that you cannot love
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| He was on the run, one day the street, one day after school
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| They all wailed but no one interfered
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| No make-up suits a person's face as much as anger
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| Of course we didn't get used to it because the price was high.
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| If fighting is in a suit, our society is civilized.
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| Chaos captain, we also tried the sleeping pills of this ship
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| Bosphorus in general had trouble with the throat
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| Why are you afraid so I opened my feelings
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| If you don't like it, let all your sweet sleep be gone
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| He breaks his fists and clenches his teeth
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| Follow the rebellion, march the march!
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| Violence is a disease, no murder is a cost
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| The atlas of the essentially destructive brain
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| How does time change
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| The map of nervous breakdowns consisting of fight, blood and turmoil
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| Today is the day of anger, wear black
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| God invented the universe, humans invented guns
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| Erase all the hard lines of your face, love is also criminal
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| Look, some bullets kill some, the words 'it's over'
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| Fill your swearing list with your teachers from school
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| Fighting doesn't spoil the system as much as your morale.
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| You cursed in your childhood, you grew up with blood marks on your hands
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| And more violence Roman gladiators wanted
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| In the middle of the fiery circle, poison the scorpion
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| Beating is a slap in a nursing home, a smack in a primary school
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| New generations became a dream with colibacilli from the rich.
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| You raised your child from the cradle with this arrogant food
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| stress, get up and hide
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| It explodes in this narrow street
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| gun, knife, cadaver
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| Go rat hide in the hole
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| All the bully teachers are on the same shelf with the murderers
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| Peaceful life and happiness are poems and words |