| Yo-yo-yo
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| Brother sister, we are cunts, we are here until the morning
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| A bow to the water is yes, smoke from a bucket
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| I look around: a bunch of bodies put away in the trash
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| The smell of urban soaked up there, the cops are on the heels
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| Here in the anthill people live
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| From Monday to Monday, they are waiting for the final
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| We'll stir up riots if they don't drive in
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| Heads are growing here - this is cool (cool)
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| Here the evil clown soaked hard
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| I neighed myself, and let's throw bricks at the cops
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| We are not a Flintstone family, but a Capone family
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| Give us microphones, there are Masons around
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| These balloons are for the fight against Babylon
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| Do without shooting, they will crush you like insects
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| Everyone who is with me, I will ask you on board
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| And in the end, I will torture the fucking teleport (a)
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| Now tell me what do you see? |
| (a?)
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| Flowers wilted in these flower beds (a)
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| My eyes are pierced by acrid smoke
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| We want to fly, but while we grow wings (a)
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| Now tell me what do you see? |
| (a?)
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| Flowers wilted in these flower beds
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| My eyes are pierced by acrid smoke
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| We want to fly, but while we grow wings
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| Strange world with strange people
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| Foreign whores, for wooden rubles
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| They fell here, they sprinkled in my pocket
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| Set it on fire (yo), it's time to burn them down
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| You can't surprise me, every day is a thin thread
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| There is no desire to rot here, you know, I want to create
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| The sky spat snow on the ground
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| She is dozing, and will be a bed for people
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| I will climb above all then
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| At the bottom of the house, wires, currency, water
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| A couple of attacks, I'm almost in the firewood
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| I play with the bong the way I played with the organ Bach
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| Music in your ears, in our closets
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| Bazooka on ciphers nah, look for me in the yards
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| Puffs of smoke reach for the clouds like me (yo-yo) - this is not an article (s)
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| Now tell me what do you see? |
| (a?)
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| Flowers wilted in these flower beds (e)
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| My eyes are pierced by acrid smoke
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| We want to fly, but while we grow wings (a)
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| Now tell me what do you see? |
| (a?)
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| Flowers wilted in these flower beds
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| My eyes are pierced by acrid smoke
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| We want to fly, but while we grow wings |