| Chorus:
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| I told them brothers, be careful.
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| I warned them not to cross the line.
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| This is not the end and know everything will be necessary,
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| Only a little later, well, for now, breathe in.
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| Breathe while breathing, and I breathe while writing,
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| And most importantly, I try to breathe from the heart,
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| And, if suddenly you heard something wrong there
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| Or I fucked up too much, you say so.
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| There is no bazaar, we'll discuss it, we'll sort it out in our own way,
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| We’ll inflate the oblique, but not as much as we can, not the brother.
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| There is no market, we are different, but we have one goal
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| And why don't you tell me what its price is.
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| On the black market, black music plays the old fashioned way,
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| Old man look big black boots.
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| On your sidewalks there is neither left nor right,
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| Where green decides, he fumbles, but not for free.
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| Chorus:
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| I told them brothers, be careful.
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| I warned them not to cross the line.
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| This is not the end and know everything will be necessary,
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| Only a little later, well, for now, breathe in.
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| I told them brothers, be careful.
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| I warned them not to cross the line.
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| This is not the end and know everything will be necessary,
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| Only a little later, well, for now, breathe in.
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| They sell us poison with the appearance of medicinal herbs,
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| We keep getting pitted, roll up your sleeves
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| We are still being treated, but the Ministry of Health will not cure,
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| And I let rings into the ceiling while the hydra smokes.
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| The game is on, and I, like an idiot, go to the edge.
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| The winds blow, but this fruit will find its way to paradise.
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| I bow at the bucket, I understand even more
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| These outskirts when inhaling exhale.
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| Breathe while breathing, and I breathe while writing
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| And most importantly, I try to breathe from the heart.
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| But where the regime is, I somehow can't breathe
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| And, if there is a way out to the smoke, tell me.
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| Where did the caravans go, tell me where?
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| Friends leave at the smell of lavender.
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| We were taught commands to take and cannot.
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| With the help of a gingerbread and a whip, what the fuck.
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| Chorus:
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| I told them brothers, be careful.
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| I warned them not to cross the line.
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| This is not the end and know everything will be necessary,
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| Only a little later, well, for now, breathe in.
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| I told them brothers, be careful.
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| I warned them not to cross the line.
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| This is not the end and know everything will be necessary,
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| Only a little later, well, for now, breathe in. |