Life is like an amusement park
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You are an adult child with cotton candy
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A world of adventure lies ahead
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And next to your guys
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The steam locomotive takes away the wagons in a circle
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Parties and birthdays
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Snub nose will ask you
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Serious relationship with her
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Life seems to be happy too
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Because she is so
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Mom's call will disturb me
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I'll answer her later while I'm resting
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Final exam, diploma, term paper
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And we are third-year students, for sure!
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SMS from mom: “Son, how are you?”
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- "Climbed the snub nose into panties"
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Today we are going to celebrate in a tavern
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Graduation jacket, remind me how
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Chose who will leave with me in the morning
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After school holiday
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Or this one in heels, or the one that is already
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With heels in hand
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But everything will go wrong as usual
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And end near the basin
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Graduates do not give graduates
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This is a classic!
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Trust only an experienced player
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Trudovik, physical education teacher, brother of a classmate
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Now I'm in their circle, drinking from plastic
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The first practice is just fantastic!
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“Mom, I’m busy, I can’t talk
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We gathered here with colleagues in honor of the holiday
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Maybe I'll run away sometime."
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Cold breakfast on the stove
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On the floor is a cold corpse that did not have time
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live until tomorrow
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Everyone will die someday
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Stay for five more minutes
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Death is so sudden
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Death is so sudden
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Death is so sudden
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Death is so sudden
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Removable hut, the diploma is already wrinkled
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Sandwiches, salads, booze is not enough
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Students are not rich people
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There were four of them, they went for the fifth
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I remembered where the salary used to be
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And mom always took there
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"Darling, you have fun, I'll make her a surprise
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I'll take beer on the way back"
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It's dark in the entrance, it doesn't smell like shit
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Nobody swears (bitch)
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Nobody wallows next to a homeless mongrel
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When dad died
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The puppies left, the dog followed
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As if there are mirrors under the snow
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Covered with a white blanket
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Late!
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Back without feeling the legs
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To a familiar voice
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Said he was not alone
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And silently looking at the ceiling, like a misfire, the lock clicked
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The creak of the door deafened like a grenade
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Serves you right!
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Here, your guys without pants
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Here is your love, on the table instead of salad
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I poured the rest of the beer, put the track "Gryazi" on my mobile
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How do I miss my mother's hands
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And daddy's connections
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Cold breakfast on the stove
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On the floor is a cold corpse that did not have time
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live until tomorrow
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Everyone will die someday
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Stay for five more minutes
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Death is so sudden
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Death is so sudden
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Death is so sudden
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Death is so sudden |