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
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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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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
|
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
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Same bath, same bowl
|
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 |