| Your Gotham
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| Pink like a barbie
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| Hungry, abandoned, standard
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| All trails
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| Through the parks
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| And into cells
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| And there are divided meters
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| And I sing you mantras
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| Restless and irritable, like a ball of earthworms
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| A man lives under my sweater
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| The Man Who Slept Reality
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| The one we still haven't met
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| My drinking beggar Bruce Wayne
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| He fell into a well where the ideologists of social equality are waving their hands
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| Wearing a mask with a middle-class smile, he is afraid that he will not be able to handle it
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| From the blows of fate, which is with a black belt
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| Cover up with…
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| Is it a medical policy
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| Your Gotham
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| Pink like a barbie
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| Hungry, abandoned, standard
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| All trails
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| Through the parks
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| And into cells
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| And there are divided meters
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| And I sing you mantras
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| Your Gotham
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| Pink like a barbie
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| Hungry, abandoned, standard
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| All trails
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| Through the parks
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| And into cells
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| And there are divided meters
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| And I sing you mantras
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| Who will tell me the rules?
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| Life is one and who will tell me the rules?
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| My shadow to match the faded buildings
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| Slimy walls with the smell of outskirts
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| Roots in the heart stuck deep
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| Breaking out with a bang from the branches of consciousness
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| My body keeps a snob in a mask
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| With a wolf's mouth, the skin became only ballast
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| And yes, I'm ready for war
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| This city is in darkness
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| This body won't give up, no
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| I smile at bile in response
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| After all, clownery is always in price
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| I'm ready for the groaning within myself
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| Stings right in the heart that warmed in the chest
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| They will say that I am the sum of all the flaws
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| Can't cope with life without their love
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| But I don't give a fuck, look at the world
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| The world don't give a fuck about your young nonsense
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| Give me your flesh and we'll end arguing
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| These people will eat you, you boring snob.
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| Everyone doesn't need you, even inside yourself
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| Gotham city is blind, this is your fucking house
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| My standard subhuman, molt
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| But you won't have to run from the cities
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| Your Gotham
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| Pink like a barbie
|
| Hungry, abandoned, standard
|
| All trails
|
| Through the parks
|
| And into cells
|
| And there are divided meters
|
| And I sing you mantras
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| Your Gotham
|
| Pink like a barbie
|
| Hungry, abandoned, standard
|
| All trails
|
| Through the parks
|
| And into cells
|
| And there are divided meters
|
| And I sing you mantras
|
| Your Gotham
|
| Pink like a barbie
|
| Hungry, abandoned, standard
|
| All trails
|
| Through the parks
|
| And into cells
|
| And there are divided meters
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| And I sing you mantras |