| The poison-filled blood inside your body
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| You're in the whirlpool, no tomorrow
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| You had a fear, you showed it yourself
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| Did I find it?
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| Has my life become a desert
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| You're thirsty in your dungeon
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| You hummed, you missed
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| Have you been away, have you become a hand?
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| You smelled, I got drunk
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| It gave a heart, I became sour
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| (He gave a heart, I became sour)
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| You hung up, there's a reason again
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| It causes cliffs in the head
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| You climb high there's a precipice
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| The sidewalks on the street vouch for this
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| You hung up, there's a reason again
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| It causes cliffs in the head
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| You climb high there's a precipice
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| The sidewalks on the street vouch for this
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| If you have a problem, give voice and shout
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| I wrote it myself, no, my bookkeeper
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| I have a couple of cigarettes on me
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| Six of them went to bed today, my son, my ashtray is damaged
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| Yo, go bang your head on the rocks
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| Polat is dead, closed wolf trap
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| The papers should be wet from time to time.
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| Now it's master's property that I put in your ear
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| Listen to me, open up and come to your senses
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| If I don't, come with a 'ebeng' at home
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| Come to Gülben or a Serengile
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| Or come to the dark color of the black night
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| Look, come to my battle in my heart
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| Everyone paid the price for lives
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| The world is home, but as if in general
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| On Eypio mic, dad, wake up
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| I'm like a Native American, as well as a local
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| Does the pale skin say 'Die!'?
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| Reading ode to donkey's ear
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| Motherfucker that's rap too, don't give us bucks, yeah
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| If you have a problem, give voice and shout
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| I wrote it myself, no, my bookkeeper
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| I have a couple of cigarettes on me
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| Six of them went to bed today, my son, my ashtray is damaged
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| You hung up, there's a reason again
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| It causes cliffs in the head
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| You climb high there's a precipice
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| The sidewalks on the street vouch for this
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| If you have a problem, give voice and shout
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| I wrote it myself, no, my bookkeeper
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| I have a couple of cigarettes on me
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| Six of them went to bed today, my son, my ashtray is damaged |