Those who don't curse any bastard's family are innocent.
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The one who says he didn't provoke drowns in his own lie
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The other ways you apply are the ways you put stones
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You always thought it was closed, I always overtake
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If he has any honor, the enemy won't talk, if he can afford it
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My vengeance lies in my words
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You are not the hump of a camel, you are a village at the bottom of hell.
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There is no eye in your heart, you are already blind from birth.
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You died while you were living, the mourning that has already destroyed
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You are the most sinful of Eve and Adam
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Your honor will not be cleaned for three cents.
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If my caravan leaves, it will slap the road to the unbeliever.
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If each of us were rank, you would only be grandchildren.
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Just cause trouble, you'll find your way hard
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This last situation is not the first scumbag I flew to and landed on
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The end of the road is dirt, but who deserves heaven?
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I am the messenger who buried the sultanate with a drop of ink
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I'm the opposite of the ways that givers go
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I took the blame 'cause you fake, I'm real
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I'm the tailor who sews that flag that's in everyone's hands
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I am the messenger who buried the sultanate with a drop of ink
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I'm the opposite of the ways that givers go
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I took the blame 'cause you fake, I'm real
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I'm the tailor who sews that flag that's in everyone's hands
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Your ship sailed with my wind
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Be sure that everyone is aware of the differences, your grudge against the wrong person is yours.
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I'm not your enemy sir
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You thought it was too easy, it's a lie
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The animal son that is afraid of you is an animal
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It's not me, it's always you who wanted it
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You were never superior holding grudges, it was always me watching you
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You always think I don't hear, you think I never see
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Those who leave your camp will only go without brakes
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My uncle knows the truth, my lodge is clear
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You don't know shit, what you call "hundred" is fifty
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I haven't seen a straight road yet, let the roads wait a bit
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I'm still on the slope, I don't rebel, I say "What a blessing."
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There is no simpler saying, all random order is broken.
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It tends to disappear, always the first to get in
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"He who laughs last laughs best." |
they say maybe it's true
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At the head of the narrow tree, those who pulled the rope used to cry falsely
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I am the messenger who buried the sultanate with a drop of ink
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I'm the opposite of the ways that givers go
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I took the blame 'cause you fake, I'm real
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I'm the tailor who sews that flag that's in everyone's hands
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I am the messenger who buried the sultanate with a drop of ink
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I'm the opposite of the ways that givers go
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I took the blame 'cause you fake, I'm real
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I'm the tailor who sews that flag that's in everyone's hands
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Sometimes I rise before the sun, the sun rises after me
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If I set, no one will set, the sun will set and the night will fill
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"My world in my heart is bigger than outside." |
I said
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It's dark I eat because if it's light, it suffocates you
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There are newborn units, newly deceased cemeteries
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There is no benefit to those who cannot see, from those who cannot find their way
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Those who play the game wrong and then disappear
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There are those who give the game wrong and cry afterwards.
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I'm still nothing, even if my name is in every book
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Your eyes are insatiable even if they give you the world
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You want to be punished bastard who is afraid to take it
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Nobody cares, come, get well into my shadow
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It is easier to give a rifle than to give a heart to young people.
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Already everywhere is full of dogs. |
Is punching a thing?
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You ask someone who knows, intertwined realm
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Even if you catch a bird with your mouth, being forgotten is the rule
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I am the messenger who buried the sultanate with a drop of ink
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I'm the opposite of the ways that givers go
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I took the blame 'cause you fake, I'm real
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I'm the tailor who sews that flag that's in everyone's hands
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I am the messenger who buried the sultanate with a drop of ink
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I'm the opposite of the ways that givers go
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I took the blame 'cause you fake, I'm real
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I'm the tailor who sews that flag that's in everyone's hands |