| I don't care that this rain cuts the body with a shard
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| The stroller is full of water, the baby reaches for the sky
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| He is your favorite rapper, you know, but not the discovery of the year
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| He is not a medicine for your veins, in reproaches of nature
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| The city shaman shakes the bottle, and the code-miner
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| Catches iodine wind with hands in an empty apartment
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| Hair falls to the bottom, and I'm looking for a signal
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| I have lived here for a long time, not knowing who to become
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| I choose a house number for traitorous friends
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| To collect them by roles and play mafia with them
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| My subjects know more than words, more than life
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| And that's why all my anger has no registration
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| Roots draws leveta, slander, wires
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| Soars from the hatch to the pigeons, I fly away on the run
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| Winstrol liquid drips onto the palm from the pores
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| Deep cinema - love, war and this life
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| I can only burn, I have done many terrible things
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| And take me back, I can't look people in the eyes
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| And howls at night, flying away, the creak of brakes
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| On the roadside full of empty bridges, I will scream without words
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| I can only burn, I have done many terrible things
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| And take me back, I can't look people in the eyes
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| And howls at night, flying away, the creak of brakes
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| On the roadside full of empty bridges, I will scream without words
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| I will scream without words |