Arabesk died with Azer, we removed his body
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It was on us, we wrote a pavement march
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Our raki spilled on the ground, we diluted the rakı
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Our heads were smoky, we got up and the bazaar was confused.
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Renegade world, our reckoning is near now
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If we liked you a little, ah we would burn it
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You can't tell with sociological determinations.
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Our backs are not against the bank, but against the empty benches.
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When the sun is up, the faces here are strangers
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The walls are foreign, the lips are liars
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pain in our brain
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I only have one music left, don't take it either
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I've been here, I couldn't possibly warm up, I'm far away now
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Here, some children listen to punishment, some are punished.
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Some throw vitamins, antibiotics, some
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If you frown at injustice, the police will gasp.
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Boy, if he burns this world, strange people will burn it
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It's not rain, tears drip' on me (on me)
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Turnaround world, come on me (on me)
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Do you have debt, resentful of servitude? |
(indignant, resentful)
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Come give me peace, let's close the account in three days (three days in three days)
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The gray sky is the rain its lover
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Patch and gray of my school trousers
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17 year old birthday party
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7−3 shifts Yener, factory worker
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Black between my nails, it hasn't been 8 years
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I loved a girl, she became her brother because I was a worker
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Anyway, never mind, look, it's new year again
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Mix alcohol and cry, break down in the morning
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The mind is out of trouble, my brother while filming
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Make me a hot coffee, coffee shop from there
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Azer Bulbul is playing on the radio.
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It starts when night falls, the ascetic's bazaar
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It's not easy to be sad, those who need to laugh
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Not crazy but this song is for those who suffer
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Greetings to those who come and go
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God bless all the troubled and orphans
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-Rap Genius Turkey |