Chorus:
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Black on white? |
Or white on black.
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A witness in a case or became a prisoner.
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Circled with white chalk on Forgiven Sunday,
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And, unfortunately, I was never forgiven.
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Black on white? |
Or white on black.
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A witness in a case or became a prisoner.
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Circled with white chalk on Forgiven Sunday,
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And, unfortunately, I was never forgiven.
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Let's be honest, we were talking about childhood,
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Weight in your pocket, it means fuck us.
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Naturally, we are cramped everywhere except the entrance,
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The only remedy is a natural product.
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What did you think, friend? |
Not the GRU, not a government agency,
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I rub only for rub, and only after a smoke break.
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He inflated, thought, almost got hit by a truck,
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There is smoke under the lampshade, with smoke I go to Shakhuy.
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I'm not Tupac Shakur, and I'm unlikely to become a guru,
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I won’t give a fuck, I measured a lot of skins.
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Stigma in the cannon, but I don't turn on the fool,
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Like under the powder did not deceive the head.
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Let's be honest, who are you treating, doc?
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You cured people less than you sniffed out roads.
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And the city sees everything, God sees, we have one result,
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I realized it, but you couldn't.
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Chorus:
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Black on white? |
Or white on black.
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A witness in a case or became a prisoner.
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Circled with white chalk on Forgiven Sunday,
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And, unfortunately, I was never forgiven.
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Black on white? |
Or white on black.
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A witness in a case or became a prisoner.
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Circled with white chalk on Forgiven Sunday,
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And, unfortunately, I was never forgiven.
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I'm afraid of the reds, I'm afraid of the grays.
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False preachers and hypocrites.
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I confess, I bought a beer for a change, it's check, listen, man,
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Someone admitted their mistakes, someone failed.
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Enough, the soul is not cleaned in the laundry,
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But if there is a price, they have already paid for everything.
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Enough up to one hundred conventional units,
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Bank card somewhere between the buttocks.
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It will do, but still there is nothing to be proud of here,
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When you're over thirty and there's a syringe in your pocket.
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You scrawled on the wall, these are not principles,
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And, in principle, you understand: there are no more boundaries.
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Between good and evil, between black and white,
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A thousand more words, a thousand more done.
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Between good and evil in black and white
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Somewhere out there, but not here, you will be billed.
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Chorus:
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Black on white? |
Or white on black.
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A witness in a case or became a prisoner.
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Circled with white chalk on Forgiven Sunday,
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And, unfortunately, I was never forgiven.
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Black on white? |
Or white on black.
|
A witness in a case or became a prisoner.
|
Circled with white chalk on Forgiven Sunday,
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And, unfortunately, I was never forgiven.
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Forgive the soul, conscience. |
Suffocates conscience.
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Soul, conscience. |
Suffocates conscience.
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Forgive the soul, conscience. |
Suffocates conscience.
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Soul, conscience. |
Suffocates conscience.
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Forgive the soul, conscience. |
Suffocates conscience.
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Soul, conscience. |
Suffocating! |
Suffocating!
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Chorus:
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Black on white? |
Or white on black.
|
A witness in a case or became a prisoner.
|
Circled with white chalk on Forgiven Sunday,
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And, unfortunately, I was never forgiven.
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Black on white? |
Or white on black.
|
A witness in a case or became a prisoner.
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Circled with white chalk on Forgiven Sunday,
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And, unfortunately, I was never forgiven. |