51 state Poland, realism not fiction based on paradoxes
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Controlled trade in our feelings
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Allowed fruit, we go through it ourselves
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Concert dumping self-employment
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A provocative kitsch that spoils the image
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A carcinogenic environment, sharp ballet in the sidelines
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You have to deal with yourself, faith in them has stopped working
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Enfranchisement, expropriation, encumbrance, what is going on?
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You try your best, and here you are fucked again
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Triumph is reaped by ignorance, populism, and guru's money
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51 the state of emancipation of reason
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A written history of stupidity, although it is sifted with love
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Our own inferno, more permeated with nothingness
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Stronger reports, spark for spark at the contacts
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When you pay for the mistakes of the elite, you are asking why
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Theatrization of people in the highest positions
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You are looking for a metaphor for that, there is no such phenomenon
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A short dream of love locks us up in an instant
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51 such Polish America
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It's not a dream, all in front of your eyes
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There is a drama going on here, you have to look carefully
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You may be blinded and not see these wounds
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Such a Polish America 51st state
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Hey, there are a lot of indifferent people all over Poland
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Even more idiots he allows to speak
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Christmas spoil the chaos, you tryna find a way
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In a country full of pathos, everyone goes towards the stakes
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The land of sad ballads, hopelessness and sneers
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The dramaturgy of vulgarity entertains to tears
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Crisis above all, bloody law without honor
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Which stops faith creating a network of various blockages
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Healthy therapy with no sacrifice how much you get from the animal
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First, retouching into your own pocket as cutting
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Lack of occupation, frustration, vetting, embezzlement
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Cronyism, nomination, ailing bureaucracy
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Which side is right, how many of these hit plans
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How many failed attempts, making us ram people
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Fiction and where are the facts? |
Your political intentions?
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All long dead, how long dead presidents
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There is nothing to be offended, regret will not wash this stain away
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Once again, welcome to the Polish United States
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The balance sheet is dimmed again, which is supposed to hide everything
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All those practices that are closer than close
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Toughening up fiction, against advertising corruption
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They say and promise, and these are empty slogans
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The atmosphere of a scandal, everything with a grain of salt
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Polish bazaar with diplomas, the unconscious in city blocks
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The main actors of the drama, they want to coordinate the movements
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Our power without knowledge, each more and more deaf
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Everyone turns as much as possible, if you can't see, rub your eyes
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You have seen it more than once, and it will surprise you more than once, with hope without regret
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You listen to lying reports, another bomb is ticking, sowing seeds of provocation
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Not this beauty reality shaped in the polls
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51 a state that is plagued by love, Polish exports of optimism
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The shadow zone impoverished, the promise - it will be better
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He can't change anything by stuffing his pockets
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We still think we have time, welcome to my beloved country
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Rzeczpospolita left cash registers |