Young man with a razor bought a ticket
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There are also those who turn a blind eye to poverty
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look remote control
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There are also those who give room to people who do not know themselves
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Trying to make the music on the cobblestone
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There is no difference between me and my brother
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Sweat society see the life you live in
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Existence and non-existence at once
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It counts little by little, it slides out of lie
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Feet sometimes bleed from working
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Some take care of themselves.
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When you understand the life left in your hands
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Some people look for partners to share their lives and their troubles.
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There is a lot of trouble in my heart, my friend.
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Hard days will pass
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There is no place for us in this world my friend
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Burn your heart with ice, your fire won't go out
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If I ask, he gets jealous of the sun
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If I ask the moon about that place, the sun will be locked
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If we know what memory is, to the memories you turn your face to
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If we make a comparison
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If there is an endless blood feud, there is mutual reluctance.
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There are people who get it wrong and those who forget the original and talk.
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Those who speak also do not know the pattern
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Why are the children crying, who miss hugging their mother?
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There are those who attack innocent people without understanding why.
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If you ask about the dream, it will not be lived well.
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If he takes the world, he can't get enough
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He won't be satisfied if you give him the world
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He won't regret it if he destroys the world
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He takes life for his pleasure like a vampire, bombards the same place every day
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What could not be shared for centuries?
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It pumps trouble everywhere like oil.
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Pity life sucks, screw this guy
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Written pains not scratched
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There is no treatment for closed pains
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Mirrors on watch
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There's a road full of tears
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Exchange of interests flourished
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Controversial life war with bloody knives
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This direction was difficult for the dervish.
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If I ask, he gets jealous of the sun
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If I ask the moon about that place, the sun will be locked
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If we know what memory is, to the memories you turn your face to
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If we make a comparison |