| Every time like this, dirty alignment
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| Weed relax, we press to start
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| The swamp is not swag, we can't be reached
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| You have to grow up, how much can you grab?
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| Of course, everyone's engine heats up
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| I see how everyone is dumb
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| and gays, now we'll glue the debts
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| Hands on the walls and be more fun
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| Smile, I want to live, I don't want to run
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| I want to win, I don't want to wait, let's decide on the spot
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| We are not in Dendy, we are not in Disney Land, we are not in India, we are not Gandhi -
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| We are in a fast city, yes, we are with pompoms, guys with valyns, the conditions are harsh
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| Everyone is on experience, everyone is familiar, everyone has thrown everyone
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| These streets are more than they seem
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| Here's what she's up to
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| Gadgets do not help you relax, unless, of course,
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| You're not going to fuck our music all over the coast
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| We are not mannequins - we are people
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| We are on every corner, every minute
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| We are drawn to freedom, any technique rolls
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| And it will be as it will be, we will arrange open air in nature
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| Voices were screaming at me, "Stop!"
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| But I did not listen to them, because I just learned to live
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| They told me: "Stop, don't rush!"
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| And I drowned as best I could, but it would be good
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| my little jeep
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| This world is changeable and unfair
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| But don't listen to them, smile
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| Fly up and don't look down!
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| My music dances like smoke
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| Different people switch to "you"
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| While the losers were throwing show-offs
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| I was waiting for the facts, I did not glue my beard
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| Why look at photos of unattainable peaks?
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| On the way, we will decide who is resting how
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| Music from Saturday to Tuesday does not insert
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| God is an operator: he steers, but does not get into the frame
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| And me too, bitch, I need to put the light on this fast life
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| Only I'm not into excitement, honey, just eat me tomorrow
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| Nobody said it would be easy, but already incredibly cool
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| Good morning
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| In any way, fully ready at any time
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| This is Moscow snow, don't throw away dirty style
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| Let's hang out, this movement is for everyone
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| I see everything in my own way
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| Life is a dance floor, dance with dignity
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| Everything from the heart, nothing is assigned
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| Success ahead, let's get on the gas (Trrrrroo!)
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| Voices were screaming at me, "Stop!"
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| But I did not listen to them, because I just learned to live
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| They told me: "Stop, don't rush!"
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| And I drowned as best I could, but it would be good
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| my little jeep
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| This world is changeable and unfair
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| But don't listen to them, smile
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| Fly up and don't look down!
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| Learned to live! |