| We are like microbes on our planet
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| Roads are drawn by children, take a closer look at the moment
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| On this tape you stuck that you can't move
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| Flies don't fuck around here, life is distributed by ounces
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| Into details, divided who are not made of steel
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| It was swept away from the windows, they did not look at morality
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| You see dawn in the distance, not for the shine of coins
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| Our planet is not fucked up, billions of years
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| Russian and powerful, Thai tricks teaches
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| Who deserves it in full, will get on the paws of bitches
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| I wash myself with running water, dry myself with a T-shirt
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| A look of a thin strip, hidden firmly under a baseball cap
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| Ay, I believe in heaven, faith don't burn
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| Fuck in the underground, sit and dream when the edge is close
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| The path, it leads to where the crowd
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| The word is a gun at the forehead, blows the cap tightly
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| Picking wounds, changing windows to panoramas
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| These are just screens, we hid dramas behind them
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| Yo, yo, it's too early for me
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| Not a crane tower yet, so we're saving up scars
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| Picking wounds, changing windows to panoramas
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| These are just screens, we hid dramas behind them
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| Yo, it's too early for me
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| Not a crane tower yet, so we're saving up scars
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| Oil flows through pipes, then currency through clubs,
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| And you are oak-oak, walking over corpses with a smile
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| Gas fills pockets, we save mana on the sidelines
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| Destroying plans, right from the morning
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| Faith is growing, you should be the first among them,
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| But everything in moderation, save your nerves
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| This water is clear, like a tear, like a crystal.
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| Get off your shoulders, tired, take your pedestal
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| Arithmetic is simple, what layers are you
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| What will play the role of a bridge when the moment has come
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| Jack of all trades, be wide, if so
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| Mercury in a stream up to a hundred, the essence is somewhere at the end of the sheet
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| We are in the depths, we will lay verbal mines
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| Better not be rude to us, explosive toxins
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| Bits from aspen, beating fierce assassins
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| No unbearable, in the midst of arrays
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| Picking wounds, changing windows to panoramas
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| These are just screens, we hid dramas behind them
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| Yo, yo, it's too early for me
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| Not a crane tower yet, so we're saving up scars
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| Picking wounds, changing windows to panoramas
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| These are just screens, we hid dramas behind them
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| Yo, yo, it's too early for me
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| Not a crane tower yet, so we're saving up scars |