Answer, welcome
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Answer, welcome, uh
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Answer, welcome
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Answer, welcome
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Answer
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Wah
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uuu
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Pa-para-pa-pow
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Hey yeah
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Hey Hey hey
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Prophetic dream
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To our house
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She cries for one thing
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By mutual agreement
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Will blow the roof off me
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I'm not friends, damn it, with my head
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And so I'm sad, I sip
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Porridge in my head, but she knocks on the door
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Last sleep
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To your house
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Let's go, let's go
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The little one tells me that she considers her life a bottom
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That every day is almost an abuse from friendly ties
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And what they tried to hide in secret - they couldn't, I laugh
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Lifestyle, random
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The lady smells like tobacco
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It freezes so beautifully when thoughts of bad
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Can't help myself, took over your mind
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I don't care what you feel when I walk beside you
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I'm sad
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I'm touched
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I'm in a fighting mood
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Your people, though fake, respect my album
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Even if they get it, I will be their worst enemy
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I take my hand, we leave, sit with your mouth closed (Skr)
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I need to get to the bottom - no promise
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They were caught on the trail. |
Will
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Cooking, seeing the truth, how my Raptor Ford rushes to live bait, jump into the car
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Pale as if there is no face |
I need to prove why I blame
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You could buy at least a couple of policemen
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It's stupid, stupid to shake your head, denying
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Like: "Blind Zaya, no need for conflicts
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Let's move away and decide in a peaceful way"
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I know who is gesturing behind
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Hands in my pocket, and I'm impulsive
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Zippo is ready, you have a liter of alcohol
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If you don't want to burn like Jan Hus - impress
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You are a poser then
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Go and pose
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Stupid cretins, ugh, the sin is washed away
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Answer, welcome
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Answer, welcome (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea-eah)
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Answer, welcome (Answer, answer)
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Answer, over (Grr, grra)
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Memory flows instead of blood, time is the wind of change
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Again I wander around the quarters, here a flock of hyenas scurries
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Behind my back, through the pool of fear, I drag the red tape
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I will not forget those who somehow helped me at least once
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Behind a year
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Time of tenderness and evil
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To people whose total
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The number drove me crazy
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But now the last one has left and it is not destined to save
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Deadline expired
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Love in one face
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Love in one face
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Like a game of one goal, I drag myself around the city
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Like through a swamp, this music lies to me
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And wrapped around her finger
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I myself am ashamed to lie |
I chop off my shoulder - chainsaw
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Like a bird on the asphalt, like an angel without a wing
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I'm tired of all the chatter, feelings are alive until the morning
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Ripped my eyes, wash my hands, get out of here, creature
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I haven’t died of boredom for a long time, I’m closing, stop
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Yes, he is prosperous, throw him at the cost of living
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Throw him in an anthill to all freaks, cretins
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And I shouted: "This is a clinic, stop"
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Save while you're young
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The finish line is visible
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The cynics are extinct
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These games dragged on, you brought nihilism to them
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Dooming two destinies to habitual fatalism
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Existence of the snake
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Out of sight, out of mind
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I'll pull off the skin of my former life, I'll roll it under the concrete
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Tear off a part from yourself, open the lock with it
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The cargo fell, traces remained. |
On the loop a new turn
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The chain hangs tightly around the neck. |
Choke hold
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We are sitting in a hopeless position, waiting for something
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And don't care. |
I will open the doors, I will fight
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I will find Judas in everyone. |
The bastards must be eliminated
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A couple of days I will still be in the state of "do not touch"
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I'm already trained, I understand where there is a lie
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Memory flows instead of blood, time is the wind of change
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Again I wander around the quarters, here a flock of hyenas scurries |