Your eyes are burning again
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Your eyes have no bottom
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A fast wind blows in my sails from the east
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On the top, on the bottom, but not on the heads
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Paved a new secret house
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Whom the truth is dear to and must, quietly and peacefully sniff at your side
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Dissatisfied faces in the past where the communal windows tremble
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How much fierce tin we saw on our way, O Madonna
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There were different news, now we sing again, well, thank God
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Yes, we are baptizing on the table, and one hundred percent of the thoughts are the tentacles of an octopus
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It wasn't me, it's life like poison, but believe that there are many of them
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Music is my icon
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On a tram, maybe I went to Juno
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I remember how I saw the light in the ecstasy of a friendly ora
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After all, I ate a dog on this, I'm definitely a Korean chef
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I remember we slept like tramps, blocks on Kozakovo
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I remember driving like a cunt completely from my home
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Throwing off all the shit, because that load was a ton
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The hand of God gives me five, just like Maradona
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Your eyes do not see the evil in his eyes
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Your eyes don't sleep at all
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Your eyes do not see the evil in his eyes
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Your eyes don't sleep at all
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I did not even think about how we would be twisted
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And life scatters whom and where,
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And in childhood, the world seemed to me no more no less in our area of the yard
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Where did the secret yard run away
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Not all paths brought us to good,
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But when I meet, I'm not ashamed to look these people in the eye (straight in the eye)
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I saw low life
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I saw majors buying cola
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I saw hucksters selling in the porches, their zombie clients stuck in the floor
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There are whores on the screw, and whores from the screw
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And they blew the roof off, but no, not spring
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They asked for a loan like on two wheels
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This night again they are not up to sleep
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Who saw his light for the last time
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Failing to reach 20
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Those who solved other people's problems only added gray hair to themselves
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How many of these stories were there and all as one are essentially simple
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The ominous harbinger of dawn is the radiance of the moon
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Your eyes do not see the evil in his eyes
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Your eyes don't sleep at all
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Your eyes do not see the evil in his eyes
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Your eyes don't sleep at all
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Your eyes are burning again
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Your eyes have no bottom |