your life is just a mod, a permanent shmon
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yesterday he was more alive than all the living today zhmur
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generous was on the chase, but the truth is a bitch miser
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explain for your request to explain for gear
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your life is just a mod, your life is just a mod
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at the beginning of the path, the maternity hospital, at the end you see the morgue
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life is just a mod, it's scary like an orc
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life drives into the paint, and your face has become like Cahors
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how much and what was blown away, in the evening cache in the morning chairs
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These judges have only one question, don't you go to hell?
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your closest kent turned out to be a slippery tip
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and dumped the very first, even though he promised to stand under the bullets
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in words, all pit bulls, they no longer read for a bull
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your mom is shocked what son is a robber
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most of them are fast asleep and no one will wake them up
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meet me at the crossroads right before the underworld
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your life is just a mod, a permanent shmon
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yesterday he was more alive than all the living today zhmur
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your life is just a mod, your life is just a mod
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explain for your request to explain for gear
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your life is just a mod, your life is just a mod
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at the beginning of the path, the maternity hospital, at the end you see the morgue
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life is just a mod, it's scary like an orc
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life drives into the paint, and removes the bark from you
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unfamiliar city, (plus) sea categories
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here no one sees here everyone is fucking crazy
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this fight is the freshest here, you hear, the freshest in school
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with his scratch again breaks the heart of a new skin
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everyone lives here without God and surrenders without a fight
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yes, the system works, and as you can see without failure
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they give us a product for meat, but it's just soy
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pretend to be smart quoting Nietzsche and Tsoi |