| There is no need for clowning here, no need for salutes from parades,
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| A couple of beats from drums, a couple of bottles from a bar.
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| A pair of normal microphones, a pair of smooth speakers,
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| A couple of normal holes, a couple of steel membranes.
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| Fewer serious questions, more truthful answers,
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| More good lyrics, less silly verses.
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| A bunch of positive people, less dull morons,
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| And only in this situation will I understand that everything was smooth.
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| And it will be so, believe me, take apart the attic,
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| Slowly open the door, slowly enter the beat.
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| After all, it is important for us, not the length of the bank transfer,
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| Legends Pro, Yellow House, Don't give a fuck.
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| Think less about the bad so that the yellow house
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| More often turn into a kindergarten. |
| It is so
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| It is easier to understand death and sleep in it.
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| It's harder, not sparing yourself, to suppress fear
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| In pure tears, weak places,
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| Dusty sheets, strong gestures,
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| Golden words, aspen stakes.
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| Stop! |
| Huh, it seems to have passed!
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| Re-re-re-re-up, re-re-re-re-up,
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| Re-re-re-re-flop, re-re-re-re-flop.
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| Re-re-re-re-up, re-re-re-re-up,
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| Re-pads. |
| Re-pads. |
| Re-pads. |
| Re-pads.
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| Re-re-re-re-up, re-re-re-re-up,
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| Re-re-re-re-flop, re-re-re-re-flop.
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| Re-re-re-re-up, re-re-re-re-up,
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| Re-pads. |
| Re-pads. |
| Re-pads. |
| Re-pads. |