| Among skyscrapers, parks, past empty alleys
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| Rolling on a xen, my low budget beast
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| Low rise, slow to the area
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| The riddle of who's inside, it's night even during the day
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| Vases glued on the forehead cause fear,
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| Quietly, slowly on red
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| and why would you not pizdel, sitting at the computer,
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| when you see us on the way, your hand trembles
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| boys in the same style do the right thing,
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| one life motto - brother for brother,
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| and you are a defective son, if you say cotton,
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| because we do not climb into your pocket, what fills dad
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| do it from the heart, or don't do it at all,
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| choose words so that they are not outlined in chalk,
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| remember only that life in itself has a price,
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| someone is waiting in line, leave and you will be replaced
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| Be a person, not someone else
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| And this track in your vase on repeat
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| And if Kent, like a brother, he always covers,
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| While some rubbish under the freelance bustles your number.
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| Be a person, not someone else
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| And this track in your vase is on repeat again
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| And if Kent, like a brother, he always covers,
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| while some rubbish under the freelance bustles your number.
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| I dreamed of the night, wasteland, black "galya-valya",
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| And like with the guys we do serious things,
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| And somehow, not by chance, a little "ha-ha" was caught,
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| As a young man, they burned out with a landing
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| They remembered how they lived, helped each other out,
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| Got out of the mud, bitch gritting her teeth,
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| adidas original or nike just do it,
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| now on solid oil with global thoughts fuck.
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| Although in the soul we were the same as before
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| Thank you dreams for giving us such hope
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| In the circle of your loved ones, together to the end
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| Brotherly ties without family ties are friends.
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| Be a person, not someone else
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| And this track in your vase on repeat
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| And if Kent, like a brother, he always covers,
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| While some rubbish under the freelance bustles your number.
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| Be a person, not someone else
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| And this track in your vase is on repeat again
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| And if Kent, like a brother, he always covers,
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| while some rubbish under the freelance bustles your number. |