| Your baby talk will disarm in five minutes
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| Furious delirium cuts from the shoulders and I go to the bottom
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| Fed up, but beckon with your finger and I'm right there
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| Let's start the game, vicious circle
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| Your baby talk will disarm in five minutes
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| Furious delirium cuts from the shoulders and I go to the bottom
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| Fed up, but beckon with your finger and I'm right there
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| Let's start the game, vicious circle
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| Throw me on the blacklist, third time in a week
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| From your antics and whims, I got fucked to the edge, believe me
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| For your friends, I'm a monster, but they all want to eat my dick
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| They look at you from below and wait until I'm left with nothing
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| Okay, come on, do what you want
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| No more empty troubles
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| Mutual control day and night
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| Let's blow each other's brains out, with or without reason
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| Once a blooming garden - no, a dense forest
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| Blind, alas, not the brilliance of our two rings
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| Hatred blinds and in general all this fucked up
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| Give me your hand, calm down, we are both wrong
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| Agree, at least stupid
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| Jump again on the same rake
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| Our fire will soon go out
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| While we find out who will be in charge
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| Stand at the helm, forgetting about the ship
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| Flying on the rocks
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| Your baby talk will disarm in five minutes
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| Furious delirium cuts from the shoulders and I go to the bottom
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| Fed up, but beckon with your finger and I'm right there
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| Let's start the game, vicious circle
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| Your baby talk will disarm in five minutes
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| Furious delirium cuts from the shoulders and I go to the bottom
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| Fed up, but beckon with your finger and I'm right there
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| Let's start the game, vicious circle
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| The cat by the bowl slept for many years like a prisoner,
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| But when the bowl is empty, the cat rummages through the bushes
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| This Miss Spring is very pretty,
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| And when you got up on the pussy - pussy pussy
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| Low start mode, love to unconsciousness
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| At your own risk and fear, a thousand meetings with her in secret places
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| Three tails are waiting for dad at home, please come back
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| But since dad is not a castrato, wait for a fire from a fire
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| Walk until August and return, tired
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| Just don't glow red hot, hide your claws, leave me alone
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| And with her the cat will not remember these pranks
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| Dislocated joint
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| Will fly away again like a free stork
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| Such a feline lifestyle
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| Your baby talk will disarm in five minutes
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| Furious delirium cuts from the shoulders and I go to the bottom
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| Fed up, but beckon with your finger and I'm right there
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| Let's start the game, vicious circle
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| Your baby talk will disarm in five minutes
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| Furious delirium cuts from the shoulders and I go to the bottom
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| Fed up, but beckon with your finger and I'm right there
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| Let's start the game, vicious circle |