I know the basics, they knock down basins
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They blow off the mixes and push under the tongue
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With a grin of greyhounds, each one fires obliquely,
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But the fawn pisses that the fathers will set on fire
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Bookmarks / mixes, unconscious son is here
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He will get rich from his brother, he will sleep off his brother
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From the hut, stealthily dragged on tiptoe
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After all, it only makes ends meet
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There is emptiness in the heads, I just deliver the message there
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After all, I saw how drugs leave barefoot
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For a friend, as it turned out, they were not just afraid
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Relatives are happy that they soldered the condition to their son
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A bribe will increase your credit limit
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Do not forget for a moment that I am alive among them
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All that statement is a red thread
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And I'm not one of those who wants to stay here to rot
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Where the moral call is demoralized
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There, Aesop's method topic is unreasonable
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There, the text is simple, but has the weight of a post
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Finds no room for growth, but the drug eats the brain
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Stop, stop, don't go! |
Do not dream of that darkness
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Topped the top of the darkest places, that dark forest
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I was there, like another, I was confused by the path
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In that forest, children are like mushrooms, forever growing under the grass.
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And there is dope, there is no chance in the smoke,
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But I am one of those who lay down behind their bones
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Addicts have parishes, then thirst for culture,
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But life will give them only caricatures, caricatures
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I was sweating, there was a cold sweat, I saw shaped corpses
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Vidocq of drugs, like sputum in the throat, like a mokruha thief
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Like woodlice at home, I always remember their faces
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I live among them, I don't need a reason to be angry
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So hello guys! |
Maybe spice salt?
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Take the high with you, by the way, here is the price
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I go through the flocks like through a block pipe
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And this forest has long remembered who Hai is
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Where the moral call is demoralized
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There, Aesop's method topic is unreasonable
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There, the text is simple, but has the weight of a post
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Finds no room for growth, but the drug eats the brain |