The iron condor flies further to harm all enemies
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Peter and London we shout here heya heya ho
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Heya heya heya heya ho hea heya
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It would be time for many stars to pack their things and go to settle in a landfill
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We fire buckshot at their nests and we don’t feel sorry for anyone
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We are treating the mystery with the boys, we decided to raise the bar again
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I respect people and salute, my white brother Markul
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My cousin from living scars never managed to gain mass
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In a couple of years, he comprehended Zen on government-owned mattresses
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Our types did not go into the shadows, but even being in the meat
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Along the Thames or the Niva, they are ready to swear by the cops
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I'm pure like a sample from vinyl, trust me, trust me pig's snout
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The Uzbek bombed exactly the same, drove to the club where all the trio
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Put our DJ there because everything is already shit
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Hash Tag and Markul we shout here heya heya ho
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Oh hey hey hey hey ho
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Oh hey hey hey hey ho
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Oh hey hey hey hey ho
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Oh hey hey hey hey ho
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Salute to the holy city, everything is fine with me, but I'm stubborn again
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Past faces in uniform without giving them a reason
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They look ridiculous like they have a bore in them
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Mixing styles like Creg's parex ready for sale
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Their flow of dust is as old as a Tirex, but it's all about experience
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It's in the hat, that is, complete fucked up
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I know a couple of topics, but I'm not a godfather
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I didn’t grow up in abundance, everyone needs money here
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Without them, I don't believe in a happy ending
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I'm not in the spotlight, but every second grandma pokes for a fit
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There is a time for brothers and soul mates
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Everyone else is on a tight schedule.
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And I can't behave normally
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Although I understand that I will not be lucky
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Driving something again,
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And you are at home on the couch lying in it all of you
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I was in flying circles, I was at the bottom
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Flying into this club I shout heya
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Heard the devil wears Prada
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She is completely naked
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Flew closer to the night like a fairy
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Frank Costello with me Pizza Mia
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Like Frank Costello
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I pour gin and tonic and fly to Mars
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And I might have thought that a new track from NEL was playing
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Oh hey hey hey hey ho
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Oh hey hey hey hey ho
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Oh hey hey hey hey ho
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Oh hey hey hey hey ho
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Well, the Artist is his nickname Artist |