| Outside the window dog cold, snow and ice
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| In bed, in the head and in the freezer is empty
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| On the threshold, jump into slippers, I don’t fuck
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| Even if you're in the latest Yeezy Boosts
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| You can't get away from these rules
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| Take my records, stuff, and good luck
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| And if you want to knock on my heart
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| You will have to cut open my chest with a sharp scalpel.
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| Cut, I felt it more than once
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
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| Cut, scars adorn us
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
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| (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
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| (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
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| A stiffened corpse is no longer surprising
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| Not a bunch of rags, not a lot of papers
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| When I die bury me in my merch
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| After all, this will definitely increase our sales.
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| In the meantime, I'm nowhere, alas, not to go
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| Hands in chains, head in a vise
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| Would you like to touch my heart
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| You have to find it first
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| Cut, I felt it more than once
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
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| Cut, scars adorn us
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
|
| (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
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| (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
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| I know little but for sure
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| I am, in principle, nobody, and there is no way to call me at all
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| I came here from nowhere, I'm going nowhere
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| Hi all!" |
| (and "Bye!")
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| And everything, such things
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| All that's left of us is trash
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| Our culture is trash, our art is trash
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| Multi-colored glass and shiny beads
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| For modern savages with refined taste
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| And I so want to get lost under the sky of Austerlitz
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| And become a little prince, not a sofa knight
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| To indulge your curiosity, and not just your life
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| Sanya, if so, call the karma police
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| Think you can think whatever you want about me
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| It doesn't matter to me now
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| But if you want to be in my head
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| You'll have to take an ax and crack open my skull
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
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| Let the scars adorn us
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
|
| (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
|
| (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
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| It doesn't hurt me - the fractures are overgrown
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| It doesn't hurt me - I'm healthy and full of strength
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| It doesn't hurt me to hear nonsense and nonsense
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| It doesn't hurt me - I'm used to it
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| It doesn't hurt me, do you?
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| Cut, I felt it more than once
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
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| Cut, scars adorn us
|
| I don't hurt a bit anymore
|
| (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore
|
| (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| I don't hurt a bit anymore |