Mitya:
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Who can survive this?
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And it's hard to hide it.
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Laundering money is only half the way.
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Who can survive this?
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And it's hard to hide it.
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Laundering money is only half the way.
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And it's hard to waste them,
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And it's better to air the film without credits.
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And there will be a shooting range there, and a deserter on a desert eagle,
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Will serve as a young idol in the city, circled by a dotted line.
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It will become a benchmark for death quotes in the world,
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And instead of satire, a newspaper in the toilet, in a rented apartment.
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The guy is full of motives, he will put on a purple, charge a mortar
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And he will shoot into the darkness, a little later into the crown of the head.
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The time has come, the stars have risen
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He became serious if there was a trump card in his hands.
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That was not useful, I forgot how he crawled,
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I remember how I became a greyhound.
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I weighed the chances, I knew who the queen was here,
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Who is the demon, who is frisky, who is down from heaven
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He didn’t get into close contact, that’s all his educational program,
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Raising the trigger two sharps.
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Near the sixth entrance
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Having issued the full range, cartridge.
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After all, lead was his diet
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And that very sleeping area was a father for him.
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And only under the visor, the witness - on the concrete ceiling,
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Beloved Armstrong, who played from the windows,
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I remember him as a boy, about 20 years old at death.
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Now the guy is flying, fly and you
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These are epithets without credits film, 20 years at death.
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Now the guy is flying, fly and you
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These are epithets without credits film.
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Word:
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Well, how are you brother? |
Are we enough?
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Why am I crazy? |
Sit typing in chat
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Let this semi-automatic print
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How is dad? |
Brother, as always, does not waste words,
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Rushing like a boat.
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By the way, there is a friend, his boy, he is without spots,
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So we take those that are 4 rolls, the suit will roll.
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Grams will roll with them spiritual food,
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Boilers for 3 and a half thousand.
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-==-
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Flashed with a blade - it means beat, the law of the interpreter.
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The trunk is my cherished friend,
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And when we share money, then someone will definitely be superfluous.
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My fear is to be a beggar, but from good, good is not sought.
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And even the smallest piece can tear your bottom off,
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You don't hear it, you look for where the grams are cleaner.
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Looking for where the grams are cleaner.
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Who can survive this? |