| My path is in search of signal lights.
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| Past the radar as much as possible at the bottom.
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| My camouflage is night, but my eyes betray me.
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| They have the rage that you brought up in me.
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| Life is a real blunt, smoke it yourself, tell others
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| Are you confident in those whom you consider friends
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| Will it not turn out that there are enemies in their ranks
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| This dead place is saturated with meanness
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| Good intentions are rotten here completely
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| No matter how you try to convince yourself otherwise
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| It's more offensive to make mistakes in people with age
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| There is no past, all this is the fruit of your sick mind
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| All the once most persistent principles
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| On someone's orders, they fell down once
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| This world is a polygon, everything around is entourage and fiction
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| Resistance is a sign of intelligence
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| But is it so important to fight?
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| Can accept everything and perish,
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| If they won't let us change anything
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| As a result, everyone does not care who you were in life
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| After all, there are no indulgences famous in hell
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| We are the product of someone's greed
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| Our destinies are sold by auction
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| We ourselves are silent and they do not chatter
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| It's easier to lie to each other
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| Run while still able
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| While they have not yet reached the soul
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| The body is temporary, ahead of eternity
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| Choose your own compromise or life.
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| Chorus:
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| No one around for hundreds of miles
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| Smoldering... that's all the world can do
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| Henceforth, instead of people, only sand and rot
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| And no one around for hundreds of miles.
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| In search of signal lights
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| Waiting for me to say goodbye, but no
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| We are chained to the bed in straitjackets
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| Although life has already put us in the infirmary
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| Time is an unaffordable luxury and no one cares about you
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| Your fate is out of control
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| And she put a collar around your neck
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| This is a march without a final point
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| And on the shoulders of a full ammunition
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| The goal to which you go so diligently
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| Tightly the night will again hide in the mist
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| This stone jungle has its own laws
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| And you are like chained in them
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| You can't get out of this prison
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| Fear - you know this word
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| It's been like this since time immemorial and always will be.
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| Silence is more dangerous if the storm is commonplace
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| Wandering again in our own footsteps
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| So far they are honest, but so far they are not fooling us ...
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| Idyll hu * and then you say
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| Of course, we have nothing to do with it, but fucking in soot
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| One day they will remove us from the card and continue the mess,
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| But such a result is not even God
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| Waiting will get you nowhere
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| Fuck it, it's pointless to dream of happiness
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| Yes, we are dying from someone else's indifference,
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| But how not more prosaic more often from a shot
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| Run while still able
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| While they have not yet reached the soul
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| The body is temporary, ahead of eternity
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| Choose your own compromise or life.
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| Chorus:
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| Nobody around for hundreds of miles.
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| Smoldering... that's all the world is capable of.
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| Henceforth, instead of people, only sand and rot.
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| And no one around for hundreds of miles.
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| Friends! |
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Эйлин-Мор , by - Billy Milligan. Song from the album Обратная сторона Луны, in the genre Русский рэп