Blacks this music look, blacks my past
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I've just come out of the war, the wounds are healed
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The money you choose
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The seas of searching for coins as if they will not die
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None of them are naughty to my distress, to the stream
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My life is going away, they say make a song
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We said we were born at the wrong time, in the wrong place.
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The partial end of all those young rebels committed suicide
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Pictures inflamed table no table in the middle
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Find a cable mablo something look around the neck
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The event is just this, it means the apocalypse and peace.
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They're still there look who's afraid of their end
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Salute to the Kolpas, they will be free from fear
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We're swinging, ants in my head
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Let all doors open shake your fist
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One day you'll find what you hope, chase your opportunity
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We're gone, we're back, now we're in the same place
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And we saw everyone, believe that we are even worse than before
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We got off one stop before giving up, what's wrong with us?
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We're always in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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I experimented in the wrong place, punching
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I didn't have a helmet, my nose is broken, my eyebrow is cleft
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We misunderstood the free and dropped when we saw it.
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But don't you have streets, no margin for error?
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As we went in the right direction, the doors were always closed in our faces.
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The box will never be sad
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We rocked a long rap
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We waited for the wrong train at the wrong station
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And our clock stopped a few days ago
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And we always ran upright, emptiness inside us
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We were children, we were fearless, we carved light from the sun
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There was no mistake in the process, we were standing in the wrong place
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That first loneliness is still hidden in our minds
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Now our souls wait in the cage
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Even if we are hot, I mean there is something burning
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I know that we will sleep until it gets cold
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We're flies in a pesticide can
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We're gone, we're back, now we're in the same place
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And we saw everyone, believe that we are even worse than before
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We got off one stop before giving up, what's wrong with us?
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We're always in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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The streets are the troubles that are stuck in my mind
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On the one hand, salutations for the sake of blood
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On the other hand, the subjects who have become slaves to bloodless
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There is a terrifying sky in the middle of the night
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Greetings are heavy, there are those who do not hear, shout
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Clean-faced kids get caught in the middle of hate
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It's a pity that human rights cannot live on these streets.
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Either your fist will be clenched or you will fall and stay at the bottom.
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Get up! |
you are in the wrong place at the wrong time
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Let's see how much of a man you are, let's measure and weigh
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Count your loot blood and bone hurt
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Enemy abounds, survive or join trouble
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Do not think that people are close to reason
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Everyone without proof of innocence is a suspect in this place
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The consciousness of the person who is happy with money is burned
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Everyone's hardships come back to themselves and take shelter in their conscience
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We're gone, we're back, now we're in the same place
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And we saw everyone, believe that we are even worse than before
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We got off one stop before giving up, what's wrong with us?
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We're always in the wrong place at the wrong time. |