| (Juno)
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| Check it out, Jou
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| I miss the break my own head forces
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| Strange feeling and again I'm thirsty
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| I would very much lose my feelings
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| I can’t think of a job as my own
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| The boss is gay, that's clear
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| I am afraid of subconsciously working
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| Shoe back and ass twice
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| The wife left and the work tastes like wood
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| There is nothing else from the sky to the moon
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| No laughing mouth in Lapland now my direction
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| Where do the realities go
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| The phone rings, you can't fuck
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| What the hell is going on in my head
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| Fucking indiast can go to Lapland to look east
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| I wondered how this happened
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| An empty lottery, I don't fuck a little again
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| 2x (Okku)
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| Time grows a little moment
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| Take an internal crusade
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| Be alone, be sure to rejoice
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| She's thinking we've been here again
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| (Okku)
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| Again, the duunii point of the year twisted
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| Sold himself to the housing withered
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| I'm not as strong as those others
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| That is why it is necessary to flee to peace
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| I secretly have all my stuff in me
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| Ritual the same, escaped to Lapland
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| The big thirst doesn't produce a trip to connect
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| But for a moment we are in a hermit in emptiness
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| Time flies, to the holy land
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| Where I grew up
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| There have been many kinds of plans
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| I would do anything to not own them
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| You know I'm not afraid of everyday life
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| It has always been clear to you from the beginning
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| Now you have to run away for a while
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| Try to understand baby, you will become a widow
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| 2x (Okku)
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| Time grows a little moment
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| Take an internal crusade
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| Be alone, be sure to rejoice
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| She's thinking we've been here again
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| (Juno)
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| The long road and my foot are in turf
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| A man broken by grief dalla against me
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| (Okku)
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| On the horizon another fugitive in life
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| Now I understand it, I'm not alone
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| (Juno)
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| Towards unknown steps are reduced
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| Among the fog, a man is still approaching me
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| (Okku)
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| Only be known for a couple of minutes
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| Black feels like a brother
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| The bottle from the backpack is lifted to the lips
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| He smiles at the wild stuff of everyday life |