My notebook is a passenger car and my journey is to the skies
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No matter how straight I stand, I'm near collapse
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If they are obsessed with you too, you don't have to sing
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We are the victims, join them and tell those assholes
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Every wrong that looks right is separated from 4 sides
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Tell us about money and stamps, if you can see the good
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The moment you keep silent, you lose the respect you have earned.
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That's why talk, don't be silent, it is against the order
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We have become a mechanism in their hands, unfortunately
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Erase the lie called history and scribble happy endings
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No matter how much crap you've done, be honest and come throw them out
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In the coffins of my mind my climate is in monsoon
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You are a hypocrite, if you do good and take on the crimes
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Lines up and sells us, the results are dire
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I'm tired of listening, but the wife talked
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In the coffins of my mind the music is in the cold shower
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Again, no goddamn morning pleasure, waking up
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It's in my dreams, tell me those screams
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Blood stays on my lines and he's bro with the devil
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And come tell me what these streets tell
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What you say is an act is unnecessary nonsense
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I'm sorry we didn't open the shameful auctions
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Their embarrassing expressions are both fodul and slack
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While they are the slingshot, my citizen will starve
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Range shooting from the pen fatih uslu is in the trench
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However, we should have drawn a curtain to our past.
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Half a century of misery that comes and goes
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Internet censorship no more larissa riquelme
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This is how my emotional side works
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And I'm asking, do you have any of the thing called honor?
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What does it matter if his mother dies, is there a bastard in the country?
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I don't drink white wine out of my hatred of the white house
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I don't know how much the benefit of talking could be
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Don't be helpless man, you are a mirror to yourself
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Denominator of my diamond lyrics
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The brightest page of this world where you blacked out rap
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Again, no goddamn morning pleasure, waking up
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It's in my dreams, tell me those screams
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Blood stays on my lines and he's bro with the devil
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And come tell me what these streets tell |