You have to live immediately, it's later than you think
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What is going to be it will be God gives what he gives
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Here heedonists think they have a lot of time, they have a soft cheek
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A self-proclaimed puffed up young gang, nobility
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He doesn't have to work while his mother pays
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Fate is a one-armed bandit with no luck you pull
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Wajcha you won't get a pengu anyway
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If you don't pull it out, get ready a job, for 2200 net in good winds
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Enough for a bus station in the morning for work, petko, not enough for your own square
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Melancholy and macabre, melange, mary spells and abracadabra now
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You will not exchange wasted opportunities for a much better time, even though you would like to do it more than once
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And this is Polish white and red in your proof here
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A country that will give you less than you would give to the dog
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If you don't pull it out of your dream's throat, only pain is left
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You go down into the stream and into the silt, the anvil ties a rope here to your feet
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And a throat full of half-murky waters, for years of adoration of dull bitches
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The truth is precious and rare, you can buy half-truths here for half free
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Your mates from smoking will puff them, and when they pound them down, they will call it food
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Ecie petu, it will carry you, terefere elemele will be the final
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Empty kiejda and spitting in the mouth if you do not start living instead of living as if you were starting
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Spells mary and abracadabra, woof, melange then apathy, woof, woof
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Life of a teenager, woof, in front of a cataract, woof
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Spells mary and abracadabra, woof, melange then apathy, woof, woof
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Life of a teenager, woof, in front of a cataract, woof
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Spells mary and abracadabra, woof, melange then apathy, woof, woof
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Life of a teenager, woof, in front of a cataract, woof
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Not everything is as it is now, and now it is not what it will be
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Sometimes the meaning doesn't get to now, and the stress is already rubbing his hands
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And you want your place in now, not before, not after, it's the cage
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In front of the karak executioner, bad intentions are now your trap
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And choke on that, like deep flow you and that all week talk of yours
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And they tell me it's sick, I found another Deep Skor
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All you see is a freak show, a masquerade of the individual
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And time is fucking up here, tick tic, get out, or grow up
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I'm one of those guys who fuck this lance chase
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And if you have any doubts, son, feel free to point your finger at me
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I despise them, I have a whole arsenal of weapons in my genes
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And fuck me what this scene is chasing, I know what the price of glory is
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Give me moles, olymp chases olis
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it's to your idols
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Take it count, it hurts where your dolly dolly of yours
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I think he's fucking, dolly such polish glory
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Spells mary and abracadabra, woof, melange then apathy, woof, woof
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Life of a teenager, woof, in front of a cataract, woof
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Spells mary and abracadabra, woof, melange then apathy, woof, woof
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Life of a teenager, woof, in front of a cataract, woof
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Spells mary and abracadabra, woof, melange then apathy, woof, woof
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Life of a teenager, woof, in front of a cataract, woof |