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I changed to drinking
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The flames of outsiders
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We are missing
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Bullets between the house
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When you are untethered
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catch
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I do these things more often
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Because I need to take your seats
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Do these things more often
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when I tell you then you will have to get up
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lone star and now i need to shine a little more i'll tell you bye
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uncle, sorry, you got to the wrong place, well, if so, sit down and delve into the fucking story
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pierced head boy vatokat for a long time
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nailed to the pusher while crying all over the debts
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it's a pity for the one who was killed here on bits, so give it right now
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we need to pick up everything here, fuck you
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again a mysterious motif, in an empty room
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bandit played solo, in a sad way
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litter was imposed and the type here in the micro sweated
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huddled in the image closed completely and rotted in the necropolis
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and let everything be so my happiness is a buzz your narnia is not a closet, but self-confidence
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every round like the final, if it didn’t give out, then it’s not me, the ambition is quieter, if it will be like this now
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woke up drunk again, somewhere near the battery
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each live broadcast is a masterpiece of the gallery
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what to do if a genius, what to do if the first
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come to fuck how cool it will be at the concert, just do it uncle -
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I do these things more often
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Because I need to take your seats
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Do these things more often
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when I tell you then you will have to get up
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lone star and now i need to shine a little more i'll tell you bye
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uncle, sorry, you got in the wrong place, well, if so, sit down and delve into the fucking story,
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It hurts me so much because they write to me that all the tracks are cringe, cry
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If that's the only thing, can I leave?
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Well, why so much dirt, I did not deserve
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By the way, it seemed to me that everything is fucked up, uncle, you urgently need to fuck off
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You're a wit in quarantine fell on the rule
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we are the people that are stuck in Balabanov's paintings
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tattoos on the bones in the quagmire at the drunk ball
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on deaf in the planes stuck fucked in the fawn
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you also saw life if you were in a dead loop
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how many weeks for re-leangi
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a crushed clamp of a bone in a bridle whether a guest or a beast drives here
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chronicles of troubles if you are a demon, a bunch or a queen, you are fucked
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and let everything be so my happiness is a buzz your narnia is not a closet, but self-confidence
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every round like the final, if it didn’t give out, then it’s not me, the ambition is quieter, if it will be like this now
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woke up drunk again, somewhere near the battery
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33 bitches squeak, chill on my knees
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what to do if a genius, what to do if the first
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waiting for you at the entrance because you have no way out uncle do it
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I do these things more often
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Because I need to take your seats
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Do these things more often
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when I tell you then you will have to get up
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lone star and now i need to shine a little more i'll tell you bye
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uncle, sorry, you got in the wrong place, well, if so, sit down and delve into the fucking story,
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I do these things more often
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Because I need to take your seats
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Do these things more often
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when I tell you then you will have to get up
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lone star and now i need to shine a little more i'll tell you bye
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uncle, sorry, you got in the wrong place, well, if so, sit down and delve into the fucking story, |