Back in the ninth grade, I realized that I should study in scrap, I asked my parents for the New Year
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diploma
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Dad called me a donkey, my mother set the table, and I took the sweatshirt and quietly left
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I thought everything would be fine later, I thought this burn would pass and the seam would heal
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I walk as I walked, but the hydropon bag and lazy collar are constantly pulling down
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And my truth is no longer in their verses, now their truth is in mine.
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And my truth is plaited in braids of gray hair, old man, look
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When a bullet, having passed through the back of your head, will cover your world with radioactive dust
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Continuing to mumble, you will not say another word if I become the same,
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cut off my head
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Hungry for bread, rich in spectacles, I continue to believe in God, but who do you believe in?
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Think twice, don't repeat the mistakes of the elders, everything we need is near,
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and everything nearby is important
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And my truth is no longer in their verses, now their truth is in mine.
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And my truth is plaited in braids of gray hair, old man, look
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And my truth is no longer in their verses, now their truth is in mine.
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And my truth is plaited in braids of gray hair, old man, look
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Progress has enveloped the planet in a web of roads, air as a raw material, again increased
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tax
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The interest rate is like a remedy for fleas, they continue to choke us,
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but we will take them in number
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The reality is harsh, come on without further ado, until half past six we have a couple more
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hours
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The rumble is breathing into the temple again, and I understand humanity is dying out, but this fact is not
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hanging
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Brother, this fact is not hanging...
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I had no choice, because this is the only thing left for us
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You need to cling to what is human that you have, and you will survive
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For human, it's easy...
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And my truth is no longer in their verses, now their truth is in mine.
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And my truth is plaited in braids of gray hair, old man, look
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And my truth is no longer in their verses, now their truth is in mine.
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And my truth is plaited in braids of gray hair, old man, look
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Naturally, I was in despair many times, I wanted to commit suicide, I was furious
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And because of the mistreatment of dirt and cruelty, and especially because of waiting,
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the hardest thing seemed to be waiting
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But I survived because I clung to what makes me human... |