| Children of working districts
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| Wrists are bandaged
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| In the swamp of new buildings
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| On an asphalt field
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| Moiré thoughts color
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| Addidasa Chinese
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| And the pain does not tolerate publicity
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| Does not tolerate publicity
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| In the gas station country
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| Occupying all-round defense
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| I am charging, closing the contacts of the crown with my tongue.
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| Money, women, sex, chalk
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| Bridge your gap
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| Bridge your gap
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| Here is everything I dreamed about
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| And what did you want for so long
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| Bridge your gap
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| Liquidate your
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| Time to fill the void
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| Shot, shot, shot
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| You have wasted your life on others
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| Well, I know exactly what
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| You need to come soon
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| Ten packs, twenty labels
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| I give happiness to you for them
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| What do you have inside
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| Show how different you are from the rest of the fuckers
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| How do you not give a fuck about this whole world
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| Vote for the left, vote for the right, I don't give a damn
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| And you only hear tyts tyts tyts tyts tyts
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| And you only hear bang bang bang bang bang
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| That's how bombs explode, cars burn
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| On the cover of the album, we are fucking beautiful
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| The lasers there cut us like katanas
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| Do not run away from them for balloons
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| And ended my my, my my, my my cards
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| Sayonara, sayonara fight, oh sayonara
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| And when the paddy wagons come for us
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| And policemen with batons and flashing lights
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| You don't let go and hold me, bitch, by the hand
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| Hold my hand! |
| Hold my hand
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| The city is an octopus, you are in it with a passport, pull out the check
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| We have a couple of seconds until everything goes to hell
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| There are a couple of missiles in the ashes and policemen on the alert
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| WE are at the bottom of the bottle and do not get out to the float
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| Underfoot the crunch of bullet casings whistling
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| Suplex from vaginas to a joint from a joint to the grave
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| Ten packs, send twenty logos
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| And close your gap, quickly close
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| Money, women, sex, chalk
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| Bridge your gap
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| Bridge your gap
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| Here is everything I dreamed about
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| And what did you want for so long
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| Bridge your gap
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| Liquidate your
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| And you only hear tyts tyts tyts tyts tyts
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| And you only hear bang bang bang bang bang
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| That's how bombs explode, cars burn
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| On the cover of the album, we are fucking beautiful
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| That's how bombs explode, cars burn
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| On the album cover!
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| And you only hear tyts tyts tyts tyts tyts
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| And you only hear bang bang bang bang bang
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| Die dance from hunger or boredom
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| Die dance yes bitch yes bitch
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| Dance consume! |
| Consume dance
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| Dance consume! |
| Consume dance
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| That's how bombs explode, cars burn
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| On the album cover |