| Ah, hey
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| Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
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| Whoa whoa, don't fit the crown
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| Doesn't care about brands, other bastards
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| Feels great, living by the canons
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| Antenna to the sky, three icons on the torpedo
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| Plug the charged parabellum into the belt
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| He was never soft-bodied, by no means
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| It has long been under the gun, but in general there is a way
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| Thanks to those aboriginal genes, hey
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| Hey, what else do you want to know?
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| How did his mother raise him without money in the nineties, huh?
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| By the principle - not to live, but to survive
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| This is a province where the rivers stupidly flow back, and
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| Redeems subtle humor, he fumbles
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| In a tracksuit with the kindest frenzy
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| It is unlikely that he will raise a white flag, because in fact he has been tested
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| He won't throw - that's a fact, e
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| Eternal respect - my old friend
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| The city is our old friend
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| Echoes ricochet humming out loud
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| About the fact that water sharpens a stone, someone sharpens a tooth
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| Shoots with two hands my old friend
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| Fierce joker is my old friend
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| Turn on our ballad turning up the volume
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| If someone needs it, they will pick it up themselves
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| Who we call relatives - everyone is here
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| Do not take loud words to fright
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| Memory is a puzzle, hasl is a labor
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| Let our chicks spin dances of different amplitudes
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| Eternal respect - my old friend
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| The city is our old friend
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| Echoes ricochet humming out loud
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| About the fact that water sharpens a stone, someone sharpens a tooth |