Tomorrow is a day off - I'm going home
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I'm going home, I'm going home
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Somewhere out there, behind my back, my native plant
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Everything is buzzing like a frightened swarm
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There are my homies, crushing the ruff
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They smoke, slowly, do piles of things
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Just don't interfere - let them rustle
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And they don't need a shish
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If I had known the buyback, I would have lived in Sochi
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Together with Olya - the lady of clubs,
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But fate doesn't want to
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I have two cards to reveal the secret
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Oh, it was, it wasn't, I'll burn to the ground
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I will burn to the ground, I will burn to the ground
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I'll break in half, I'll drop everything
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If only you called me
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But she does not call, but calls the plant
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And again the people stand at the machines
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And gives, and gives, and the soul sings
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What is she singing?
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If I had known the buyback, I would have lived in Sochi
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Together with Olya - the lady of clubs,
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But fate doesn't want to
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I have two cards to reveal the secret
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There are my homies, crushing the ruff
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They smoke, slowly, do piles of things
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Just don't interfere - let them rustle
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And they don't need a shish
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If I had known the buyback, I would have lived in Sochi
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Together with Olya - the lady of clubs,
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But fate doesn't want to
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I have two cards to reveal the secret
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If I had known the buyback, I would have lived in Sochi
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Together with Olya - the lady of clubs,
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But fate doesn't want to
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I have two cards to reveal the secret |