| The traces accumulated in my handprint collection are erased, yes
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| Veil descends with one paw
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| Sprinkle some mercy on it
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| Even forty-one pieces of fortitude are lined up
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| Great acumen is the first example
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| Let's see which one is more vicious.
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| Your hand on the threshold, your eyes on the watch, with your dying coal eyes
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| Whirling dervish turned with plaster sculpture of my tongue deep, body-mounted button
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| Our topic today is melting.
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| Take your face off and throw it on the ground
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| I'm hanging in the tower of emptiness
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| My life shook and my feet
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| My body temperature has sunk to the ground
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| It was a practical death tactic.
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| I couldn't convince myself
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| I'm a strange ladder climbing up to myself on the eve of a duel with my broken bones
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| He remained in his secret room, lost his mind
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| He wrapped his dream in a soft carpet, my brakes are gone
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| Goodbye life, I didn't quite catch the trend
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| Isn't it gnawed, tell me, this girl's flesh, bone, cartilage?
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| This acrobat plays with rap
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| Thank you Lord who gives
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| Azan you, your time is short
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| Don't jazz
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| Laugh on my face and dig my well
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| little consolation
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| He joked about the situation
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| Every disease stood at your door
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| Cholera doesn't like it
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| Winter and summer became a mirror to the essence of your face
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| Put powder on Kokona's face
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| Same bath, same bowl
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| space in hell first class
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| Cholera doesn't like it
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| A cunning cocky, his nose is up
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| One by one, the noose of my face threw
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| A sudden attack was organized on the preference polyclinic opened inside me.
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| Each of my organs is in suspense, my sun is adorned with stars
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| Divine lullaby in my hallways, you're emotionally retarded (yo)
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| To provide charity
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| Eyelids cataract
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| My days are bedridden with tears
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| 24-hour delayed serenade
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| I have confirmed the content of carbonate in their approval.
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| Karafakis fill up and pump it right in my face
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| The eyebrow of love will be opened
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| Filed body, it will break
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| Sharpener for my knife
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| Blood and hair covering your face
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| Look at there
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| Whether your foundation cracks
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| The pen was broken, the report was kept.
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| You stumble and your eyes sneak
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| Close your eyes, open again
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| (Close your eyes, open again)
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| (Close your eyes, open again)
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| This acrobat plays with rap
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| Thank you Lord who gives
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| Azan you, your time is short
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| Don't jazz
|
| Laugh on my face and dig my well
|
| little consolation
|
| He joked about the situation
|
| Every disease stood at your door
|
| Cholera doesn't like it
|
| Winter and summer became a mirror to the essence of your face
|
| Put powder on Kokona's face
|
| Same bath, same bowl
|
| space in hell first class
|
| Cholera doesn't like it
|
| A cunning cocky, his nose is up
|
| This acrobat plays with rap
|
| Thank you Lord who gives
|
| Azan you, your time is short
|
| Don't jazz
|
| Laugh on my face and dig my well
|
| little consolation
|
| He joked about the situation
|
| Every disease stood at your door
|
| Cholera doesn't like it
|
| Winter and summer became a mirror to the essence of your face
|
| Put powder on Kokona's face
|
| Same bath, same bowl
|
| space in hell first class
|
| Cholera doesn't like it
|
| A cunning cocky, his nose is up |