Fight, cold in the lights
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The winds flew into the red-hot houses
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Fight to be able to accept mine
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A forged spirit that cannot be broken
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Haters will write photoshop.
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How much had to be lost - so that everything would be fine.
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Knocking out tops you staring at the bill
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You reach into my pocket and smile in my face.
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Kilometers taught to gas and not be afraid.
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After troubles, loved ones could be counted on the fingers.
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A life of risks without royalty and money.
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What would a daughter say how proud she is of her dad
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You do not know for my way to draw conclusions.
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How to resurrect yourself after a difficult election.
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Stepping over principles, where to decide, and where to rush.
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My life is challenges, where you see it all yourself.
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Winds through the cities
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Heavy roads while you whiled away
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With deep messages we throw you a buzz
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Life is a field where you must rev furiously
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Fight, cold in the lights
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The winds flew into the red-hot houses
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Fight to be able to accept mine
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A forged spirit that cannot be broken
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Silent defense.
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The bullet, as before, quietly hides in the clip.
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We share the city with relatives - easy if you understand.
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I took this wire and charged before the fight.
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Cameras are afraid to go into the forest.
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They are all fighters when there is timing.
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They ramsoon when there's a varick for the sake of the hype.
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It will light up on one of the TV cameras to give out a clean fire.
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But on the street, like mice climb into the hammer.
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Okay, ready-made badyback for everyone.
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Cold in the war, head up, I'm ready now.
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Life is challenges, where you see it all yourself.
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Now it remains only to pounce hear me
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Winds through the cities
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Heavy roads while you whiled away
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With deep messages we throw you a buzz
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Life is a field where you must rev furiously
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Fight, cold in the lights
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The winds flew into the red-hot houses
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Fight to be able to accept mine
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A forged spirit that cannot be broken |