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 |