It's not safe here, get the fuck out of here
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I sort myself into pieces of broken dishes
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Boshka laboratory - vessels burst there
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I left the crematorium and took out the ashes of the bitch
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It's not safe here, get the fuck out of here
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I sort myself into pieces of broken dishes
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Boshka laboratory - vessels burst there
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I left the crematorium and took out the ashes of the bitch
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It's easy for me to leave in the past what pisses you off so much
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Among all the broken heads I'm looking for you, because the world is small
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And I want you to find me with the help of my songs
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Something I'm going into lyrics, I need to make a mess
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So, so, there's a mess in my head
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The blade is burgundy, the asshole is indicated
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It looks like I mutated in the lyrics of all my tracks
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In fact, I'm fucked up and this is the argument of the century
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People will never understand who I am and are afraid
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People are just petty little assholes
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If I want, I will freely go dancing
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Swept the pens through the evil that's my shell
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It's not safe here, get the fuck out of here
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I sort myself into pieces of broken dishes
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Boshka laboratory - vessels burst there
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I left the crematorium and took out the ashes of the bitch
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It's not safe here, get the fuck out of here
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I sort myself into pieces of broken dishes
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Boshka laboratory - vessels burst there
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I left the crematorium and took out the ashes of the bitch |