Hey, robot army
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Maybe brandy?
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Poor poor, what will be here?
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Cool brothers, everything is normal
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Without a doubt, a medal will be pinned to your chest
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Barbies will be teased, naked kings will be trampled
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Tricky brothers, everything is normal
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Diez, bekars, bemolis
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It's splashing cool brothers
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Up to the elbows and up to the neck
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Amber heavy necklace
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Pulls deep into the rut
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The cool brothers are delicious
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A basket full of fruit
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Tried to paint pictures
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Even bought an easel
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The name was taken by the sonorous
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Where are you in the coffin now?
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The name, unfortunately, is not everything
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Didn't buy a candle
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The yellow bow was tied
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And forks for the project
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What to do now?
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Our cool guys are parimo
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He didn't sleep, he was hungry
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It didn't calm down day and night
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The makeup room was replaced by the tactical headquarters
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Tank toy layouts
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The eldest prarab is pushing
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Enemies everywhere, almost Masonic lodges around
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The smell suddenly disappeared
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Even plastic roses
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And that empty cage
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Those rusty hinges
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Reminds me of the old prickly pear - desertion
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To cover up the flaw
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The girls took to Europe
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On that occasion, a new patronage of the collection was introduced
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You started diligently, wouldn't you be cool brothers
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Accounts are decorated with zeros
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But the moons did not come near…
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Cool brothers, everything is normal
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Without a doubt, a medal will be pinned to your chest
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Barbies will be teased, naked kings will be trampled
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Tricky brothers, everything is normal
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Kid, don't touch the pencils
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Kid, don't touch the matches
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No one wants to take away
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Your roller coaster
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Just tell me
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A small mistake crept in
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Storytellers create it
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And signed by dolls
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Beautiful bartuk boots
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Whitened shiny teeth
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Mom, you let it be dirty
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The fact that the fingers
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Stranger hands would lead
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Windmills would be hunted
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I took yours
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How to use a suction cup
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They are paranoid
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Dense short connections
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Even those who speak rhythmically
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The truth hurts
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For the chief minister
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Roll in Boston crab
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Stage by stage
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It became a kind of mischief
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(bridge)
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And us, who are we?
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We are nameless
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That's why we speak harshly
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Humor is healthy
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You see, we laugh deliciously
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We serve the heart, not the government
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Let's not kneel in prayer
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Plain and Sincere (x2)
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We drink our beer
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At night in the bird quarter
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Bottoms, of course
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Outlaws and Vandals
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We introduce you to the topics
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Oh, how dare we
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Exploding from tension
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Robot thyristors
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Where are the crowds, cool guys
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Which they did not buy
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Apparently we are also among them
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We should cry too
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Oh, how scary, the pandas puffed out their mouths
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We are moths - yes!
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And your panda doesn't bite
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Just by habit
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Or maybe custom
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In all others
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You are shouting seeing crazy people
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You are afraid of changes, because they are with you
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I don't want tops for a long time
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You can't go down anymore…
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(Bridge 2 - Andrius Mamontovas)
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I read it in the newspaper
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Aggression makes you yawn
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Bullet in the forehead, cock!
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Are you still yawning?
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Now seriously
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(Bridge 3)
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Consolidating personal accounts
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Don't hide the music, speak in one voice
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What your sprinters against our stallions
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Wow, such Bavarians...
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Hold on!
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Cool brothers, everything is normal
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Without a doubt, a medal will be pinned to your chest
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Barbies will be teased, naked kings will be trampled
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Tricky brothers, everything is normal |