| Here are phrases without chains on a black and white background, their throne,
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| You will not have time to look back and you are their fan,
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| I can't write symphonies, and I can't create great things,
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| You don't hear my whisper - you don't deserve a cry,
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| Caricatures, critics, I scattered my pearls
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| Now you have one idol - a stupid burry German,
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| Well, my chicks, you took mats as an argument,
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| I am not an idol and I do not stick to Amerta,
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| Per Dono don't stand my pen
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| I will not be the first, and it is not typical for me to be the second,
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| Your non-existence is gray, I'm disgusted,
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| I take off the mask of kindness, isn't it wonderful?
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| I am one to one with an invulnerable semi-god,
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| But I will say too much, I prefer not to an agreement,
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| I prefer inequality not joy to kindness,
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| I will destroy the angel in me for fun
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| Not for those, not for you, I will write something else,
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| You do not understand this text,
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| How long do I have to throw for free,
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| Only limiting the mind, and stupidity is the abyss,
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| Very glad, my inner demon is dancing,
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| You do not like this text, so this is your business,
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| Against this background, my manifesto is marked more beautifully,
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| die beste for die bei dem Hause
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| who said protest
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| There is little room for the crowd here, I will ask you to leave,
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| Who is unable to follow my path,
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| Who, not understanding the motive, screams about what is bad,
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| Being himself so different, he calls a sucker,
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| Let my texts be like a wall of peas to you,
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| With a smile on my lips, I stood on a pedestal,
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| Fear, a stately property like everything else,
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| And holy on earth is the one that is taken by battle,
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| I can't leave you alone, I'm sorry
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| You were all wrong now love whips
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| Love to sing and dance, and who will pay,
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| Only one of the listeners who keeps and loves,
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| It won't go wrong, I don't agree, and after all,
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| Whoever is against everyone on the fire, I will burn like witches,
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| Only by this he proved that he was right,
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| And like a blow to my face you don't like your disposition,
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| Laughter and sin, by God, I don't understand you all,
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| By what standards is success measured today,
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| Who served longer, who otpizdil children more,
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| Who can master more seeds or, say, glue,
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| I only get angrier when I see you
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| You are like a stinking rotten mass of shit,
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| die meine hasse ich zu aus die prove passon
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| If I don’t love, it doesn’t mean that I don’t know jargon,
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| If I don't say it doesn't mean I don't know
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| Here are phrases without chains, how honest they are |