Well, little by little, Pablo, loosen my screws
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Builds prefab walls around himself
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Or is this a concrete desert after all
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Those houses are surrounded by cement dunes
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I see visions like this is an educational video about drugs
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And remember children without lessons can't get dunes
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And that's why it's not the most annoying thing to do my homework
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And otherwise I'd just be one of a pack of stubborn mules
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They think about vacation days, there are a few of them a year
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And that's why they take the drugs prescribed by the lekur as a cure
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There is no time to rest, the state's gays are in a mass shortage
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Although it seems that the state whores are lacking in race
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And now if any Finnish people hear this
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And take it too literally so probably it will turn to justice and
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I will write my next text about the castle like this
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But if I get stuck in a rock, I'll stay as hard as brass
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I pump that iron when I get out so I'm fresher
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Well, I don't damn it, I'm not going inside a rock
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You'll have to pick up the tools, not go to them, so that's it
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That is, if the cybeles get hot, I run, but I'm not afraid
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And I won't let the system stab me in the back
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It's no mystery that you don't know them
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And that's why I give the whole shit a boot
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But what if I flip?
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Sometimes you feel like skipping this life
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Let the soul rest and wake up. It's easier for people to tell the truth than to drag it
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But what if I flip?
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Sometimes you feel like skipping this life
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Let the soul rest and wake up. It's easier for people to tell the truth than to drag it
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I should say goodbye, make dunii and rest in my grave
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And let's not roll the gland, how on earth could we have come so far from them
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from the times when there were no shackles around your neck yet
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They sing the songs of the slaves, cross their fingers and sit on their knees
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Praying for help from heavenly father, but I don't need that sermon in my ears
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What I am is what I am
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And I'm not like someone else says
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When I don't like it and I don't like it
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But I still throw my hilts of air to the ode of freedom
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Ku chronic feeling of freedom weighs
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When S. |
free to weigh what is lying on the ground
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So it's comical how that power comes to seize your mind and you don't want others to
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money but presses
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And if money is a damn time
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I just want to roll the gland, roll the pots and chill
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But these pabloni pajari make me grill
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I throw my hands up in the air
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But what if I flip?
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Sometimes you feel like skipping this life
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Let the soul rest and wake up. It's easier for people to tell the truth than to drag it
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But what if I flip?
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Sometimes you feel like skipping this life
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Let the soul rest and wake up. It's easier for people to tell the truth than to drag it
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But what if I flip?
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Sometimes you feel like skipping this life
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Let the soul rest and wake up. It's easier for people to tell the truth than to drag it
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But what if I flip?
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Sometimes you feel like skipping this life
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Let the soul rest and wake up. It's easier for people to tell the truth than to drag it |