We have lived too long in the Yellow House, if you have children, it is better not to
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meet
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With this, remember the meeting with the coma, but it will not be discussed today.
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We learned here that there are Two Sides of the Medal.
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- What's the matter?
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- Guys, this is not the place to make a fuss, this is not the time to discuss details,
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If we want a miracle, let's get out of here without being pale, well, why are you up? |
Byba cuts out the light.
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Let's get out, climb over the fence, that's the whole secret.
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— Maybe through the roof?
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- Not.
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— Through the back door?
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- Not.
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— Through the main entrance?
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— Yes, no, through a hole in the window.
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Minimum fuss, be careful, there may be nails!
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Then the question arose: how will we get off? |
It's not easy at all!
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Cool down, we just need to get a sheet.
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Chorus:
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We are running from the Yellow House, life beyond the fence is not familiar to us.
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This is the beginning of the second album, but we will return anyway.
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We are running from the Yellow House, life beyond the fence is not familiar to us.
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This is the beginning of the second album, but we will return anyway.
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Having cut the sheet, everyone is lying on mattresses, the landing party was about to jump from the first
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floors.
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On courage without jitters, we need to run, let's get out of here until we are here
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surround.
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Amir has a disguise, his face is like a solid band-aid, with his grandfather in ** sleigh pants.
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- Amych, why the fuck did he give up?!
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Amych says goodbye to him in tears:
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— Sorry, not this time.
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- All right, guys, let's go! |
Grandpa, don't forget about us.
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Exhausted by a three-week diet, Achimas knocks down the bars on the windows, like beavers
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trees.
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Olezha is also in business, picking his nose, dreaming of a piece of sausage, but that's not the point.
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And here it is a window sill, about half a meter high, the grandfather in ** sleigh pants wished: "Fair wind!"
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We go down, like rock climbers from such a height, through the fence:
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- Hi guys! |
What didn't you expect? |
Here we are!
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Chorus:
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We are running from the Yellow House, life beyond the fence is not familiar to us.
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This is the beginning of the second album, but we will return anyway.
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We are running from the Yellow House, life beyond the fence is not familiar to us.
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This is the beginning of the second album, but we will return anyway.
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And behind the fence, the roar of motors in chorus and the city, like a big box from crows, we drive,
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mice in holes
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They feed us with loud conversations, you can’t argue, in any case, it’s not in vain that I sandwich
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took.
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We are on X, night, crowds and elites sleep, monoliths sing a lullaby to the districts,
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On TV, the giants of the word erase my years, there is probably a benefit. |
Fuck Dat!
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Go Down!
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Behind a closed door in an endless party, these children are heroes and Harry teaches them to play,
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The question is in the air: Why are the streets empty? |
From space answer: At the behest of the pike.
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The Firebirds are looking for Somebody's Love. |
I'm sorry, you have to take it easy. |
Lave is not a word.
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Swag is style.
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And how good it was at home, guys, wait! |
Turn the boat around, it's not that yellow!
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Chorus:
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We are running from the Yellow House, life beyond the fence is not familiar to us.
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This is the beginning of the second album, but we will return anyway.
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We are running from the Yellow House, life beyond the fence is not familiar to us.
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This is the beginning of the second album, but we will return anyway. |