Scary is when you stutter from childhood
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Or when the card runs out of funds
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It's scary if they suddenly make fun of
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It's scary if they make you laugh in front of everyone
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Stupid death, it seems scary, but alas
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It doesn’t scare what you just got used to
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Hundred thousandth accident, fatal outcome
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Drowned in coup d'état and weather forecasts
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The first call will spill over quiet alleys
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The coffin, the smaller, the heavier
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Two pull their lot, hunched under the weight of trouble
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Against the background of us, independent, strong, and young
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I'm torn to help carry the bags to someone,
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And if the cargo is inside? |
Immediately fell silent and verse
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When we cannot make up for the loss
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Our duty is to make it not in vain
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And we can't get around this rake
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To pay someone with their life for everyone again
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Someone will give the child as an example
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Endless lack of drastic measures
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Someone in the earth with a reminder will fall asleep to us:
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“What other endless front of work do you have?”
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I lost count of these reminders
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Do you need more?
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Try to calm down, try to calm yourself
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Broken bus with people lying nearby
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The journalist takes away the camera, eyes with salt
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TV mutters against the backdrop of a large feast
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Wine glasses are beating, the music is already playing
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A news story is drowning in the thick of the general fun
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Yes, it looks kind of wild and dirty
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That such stories no longer interfere with the holidays
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This is normal, we treat them normally
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If we spit in the face for years, we will also get used to it
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The indignation will subside, because there are glasses in front of your eyes
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And in the pocket there is a handkerchief to wipe the grub
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Saliva is good for the skin - scientifically proven
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And the name "spit" will be replaced with a newfangled and sonorous
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In the same way, avoiding injuries, groans
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Wars, accidents, thefts have become a non-interfering background,
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But someone is constantly knocking on our doors
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Making its way through the background, the ship will crash on the shore
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A small drop in an ocean of drops
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A dead child will not return to mom and dad
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The Creator constantly writes to us in a personal
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Driving in the text in the language of life circumstances,
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But we cannot read them in any way
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The password has long been forgotten, and we do not know the language
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And we can't get around this rake
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To pay someone with their life for everyone again
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Someone will give the child as an example
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Endless lack of drastic measures
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Someone in the earth with a reminder will fall asleep to us:
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“What other endless front of work do you have?”
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I lost count of these reminders
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Do you need more?
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And we can't get around this rake
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To pay someone with their life for everyone again
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Someone will give the child as an example
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Endless lack of drastic measures
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Someone in the earth with a reminder will fall asleep to us:
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“What other endless front of work do you have?”
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I lost count of these reminders
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Do you need more? |