| And I left you, I just took it and left you.
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| Bitter quit, BonAqua, KENT 8.
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| In a dream Elbrus region, in the morning - a horizontal bar and bars.
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| To hell with your fucking healthy lifestyle, because tonight I will push again,
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| And let only a threadlike pulse stop me.
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| Money, Weed, Pussy - how to live is not in the know.
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| She's the forbidden fruit, she's the everlasting aftertaste (aftertaste)
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| And I, alone and I can’t figure it out, either half full without her,
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| Either with her (but) half empty (empty).
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| Hands shaking, glasses on the mezzanine - tequila, lime, salt;
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| And I just left you, that's all.
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| Now - orange juice, Cosmos sprinkled piece.
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| Feelings for a snack. |
| I, and the emptiness of emptiness.
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| After all, I left you, just picked up and left you.
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| I threw it so that you shattered to smithereens on the ground.
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| I was crazy about you.
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| Cardiovascular can't take it anymore.
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| After all, I left you, just picked up and left you.
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| I threw it so that you shattered to smithereens on the ground.
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| I was crazy about you.
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| Cardiovascular can't take it anymore.
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| Waltz "Boston", but we are no longer craving for 100.
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| How you were my sea, there I was your Jacques Cousteau (but)
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| The cables are broken, the hull of our ship is corroded.
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| You are my eternal youth. |
| You are my sweet ambrosia.
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| Quit, never forget you, my joy.
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| After all, there are only Pub Battles around.
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| Pub battles. |
| Pub battles.
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| Pub battles. |
| Pub battles.
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| After all, I left you, just picked up and left you.
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| Pub battles. |
| Pub battles.
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| Pub battles.
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| Pub battles. |
| Pub battles.
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| Pub battles.
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| After all, I left you, just picked up and left you.
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| Pub battles. |
| Pub battles.
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| Pub battles.
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| Pub battles. |
| Pub battles.
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| Pub battles.
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| Bitter quit, BonAqua, KENT 8.
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| In a dream Elbrus region, in the morning - a horizontal bar and bars.
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| To hell with your fucking healthy lifestyle, because tonight I will push myself again.
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| Let only a threadlike pulse stop me. |