A ruined playground, the severity of the border
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Problems will end with the desolate sound of the sun
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I have a long way to go
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Trouble is, we fell on his blow
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Happy ending in the back streets
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You were born with negative consequences, turn fate your way
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If he doesn't listen, point the dagger at his body
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Disappears in that clerical lane, the raging city
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vomit this poison, blow all your fears out of your nose
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He made a robot from human, water from atom, ship from fish
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Black from white, a city from gray, iron from cotton
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Don't disappear, get rid of your ego at full speed and remove your mask
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who am i |
Fuck it, these rhymes prove me
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While existence comes from paper, laments come from the East
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A blow can shake the body, but it won't break you
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Your only treasure is your identity, what is your duty?
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And why does this June come with deaths?
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I gave up on fancy sentences, life brought sad laughs
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Wherever you look, it took them seventy years to laugh
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And they were all crazy
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Their lives were noisy, deep down they destroyed the silence
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They died day by day, they were all megalomaniacs.
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All sure of your wallet
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And money was your enemy, death comes with your enemy anyway
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Rejoice with its wind, filthy human being
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Maybe my dream comes to my feet with Izmir izban
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I can't spend 50 years dying rich dad
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They confined here and consoled me with the money left over
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And it was started on my planet, all the wars, lies
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I can't shake my head at the layout to live longer, dad
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When I'm in trouble and can't understand me
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I've looked at the sun too much, these eyes can't shine anymore
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All these songs and songs dedicated to my now closed perceptions
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I want to be drunk too much to write
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He sifted through the fecri fate circle
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In this ecstasy, angels come and say, "What is your reason?"
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How much joy did you cause sorrow, arrogance from enthusiasm?
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Welcome, the world is your home, you are in a giant hell
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And every sound has a meaning
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'Don't be tempted,' they said, 'you will die of grief.
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Let him not find it, let him not come with me if he finds it"
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That this is the circus without giving the money
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What are you worried about? |
No offense, you're on the ground with me
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A deep disaster and continued trouble
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He watches what's going on with a samovar in his hand
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Don't speak to me, I cursed this utopia of yours
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come on in peace
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Don't move, wait, life fight slap-kick
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Do not be afraid, steep this glass in disgust
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Your face painted with the color frozen in blood, your name is defeated
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your surname is sadness
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Maybe it doesn't have a deep meaning
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Even if we want it to end
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We inevitably fell into doubt because of death.
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We created a fear from your imaginary black image
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Come swim in this sewer, there's always music in my ear
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i write
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Neither a limousine nor a colored ring
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Other solutions are empty, you will die and turn away from your word.
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Watch your essence through the eyes of the blind in the charcoal dark
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Curse the cycle and reward it from the dim embers of your heart
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That this world is a reflection through the eyes of an ungrateful
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It's in my hand in my pocket and as the clock progresses, my soul goes into crisis.
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He can't sober until his time comes
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One day geniuses will end, life will end later
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All of them will fall with sudden deaths, don't beg any more ingots
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One day when your luck turns, when your luck suddenly turns
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The movie of old dreams will return to the blue valleys
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This is like a cell, a very meaningful budget.
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The hero of high dreams seems to be in decline |