By Johnnymaynne Beatlo
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Where a year flies by in a day
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Move sharper, exams orally
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I began to write a lot, but more often about sad things
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In search of food for the main muscle
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The house is overseas, but the cuisine here is Russian
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No matter how you twist that donut
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Here to get up early to repay the bank debts
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Let the brother run aground,
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But the heart is a motor and a spark is beating out of the eyes like, look
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Let's drink these weekdays
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And the crowd is not terrible when the three of us
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Here a big up was thrown to me from the heart by the district
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And I spit on all these yippie yo
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That's not what this song is about
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The slope beckoned, but I chose the ladder up
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Where the sea of temptations
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We put experiments on our own mind
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Strange, all alone, yeah
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I burn in the bustle of everyday life
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Few and current to gray hairs
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If God willing will
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Strange, all alone
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I burn in the bustle of everyday life
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Few and current to gray hairs
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If God willing will
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My peers have courses, studies, books
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Fashionable haircuts in the huts
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They have plans for life, weddings, kids
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I didn’t mature, or they matured too quickly
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Here all thoughts are on the beat, I didn’t call - no offense
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Forever framing the muse, but the ladies won't forgive
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I smoke - I visit, I get distracted - I missed
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I waited - well, so meet me
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It's so sad without you
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Well, yes, I surrendered to them my rap in Russian
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Hey, okay, let me eat, wish luck
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There are no plans for today, what kind of tomorrow is there
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Strange, all alone
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I burn in the bustle of everyday life
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Few and current to gray hairs
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If God willing will
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Strange, all alone
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I burn in the bustle of everyday life
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Few and current to gray hairs
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If God willing will |