| Spring smells of gasoline and soap,
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| And lonely volunteers
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| From the embrasure of their greatness
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| They spit on the world with bubbled malice
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| I'll hide the body under the curtain
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| Like a collection of ominous signs
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| Keeping great virtue
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| Hate yourself like a brother
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| Envy those
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| Who will fart louder
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| Who will spit next
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| Who rises higher
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| Biting more painfully
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| The earth stinks to the very stars
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| No one can be young
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| The earth stinks to the very stars
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| No one can be young
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| Boiling movement in the garbage pit
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| With a comical scream, the lamp burned out
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| You pretend like everything is fine
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| Like, nothing happened at all
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| Shut the shutters, eat dumplings
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| Twist the rope between your fingers
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| Take off the soot of thought with your eyelashes
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| Forward, comrade, move boldly!
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| Envy those
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| Who will fart louder
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| Who will spit next
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| Who rises higher
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| Biting more painfully
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| The earth stinks to the very stars
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| No one can be young
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| The earth stinks to the very stars
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| No one can be young
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| The balloon was looking for a thorn
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| Funny holy fool wept quietly
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| Against the backdrop of colorful decorations
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| Against the background of mass observations
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| Fingers stuck in houses of greatness
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| Then the barrier closed the road
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| I was told that all the scum
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| I agreed and laughed
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| Envy those
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| Who will fart louder
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| Who will spit next
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| Who rises higher
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| Biting more painfully and meaner
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| After all, the earth stinks to the very stars
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| No one can be young
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| The earth stinks to the very stars
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| No one can be young
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| After all, the earth stinks to the very stars
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| No one can be young
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| After all, the earth stinks to the very stars
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| No one can be young |