| Corpses on a stone in front of the road
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| They are hoarded by a dam, falling into an ice-hole
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| Choice is a hoax, like Pandora
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| Get into the hole, get lost here
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| My everyday life is like a box -
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| Without doors, fences fell:
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| Palisade from that freedom
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| What do you find for trouble
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| Corpses on a stone in front of the road
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| They are hoarded by a dam, falling into an ice-hole
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| Choice is a hoax, like Pandora
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| Get into the hole, get lost here
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| My everyday life is like a box
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| Without doors, fences fell:
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| Palisade from that freedom
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| What do you find for trouble
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| Corpses on a stone in front of the road
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| They are hoarded by a dam, falling into an ice-hole
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| Choice is a hoax, like Pandora
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| Get into the hole, get lost here
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| The world will pour you a mountain
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| Any of the gifts
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| Transgress, brother, only the threshold
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| Conscience is a phantom
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| Individuals climb into one
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| To spoil later
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| That's how Babylon cracked
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| Greedy - to serve
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| So where is the border?
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| Between people, it seems, there are no sentries,
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| And it would be nice:
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| If you don't know the law, the cops will teach you
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| But there is no one here to teach us
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| We make loved ones cripples:
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| We chop off heads
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| To follow them
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| My everyday life is like a box
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| Without doors, fences fell:
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| Palisade from that freedom
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| What do you find for trouble
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| Corpses on a stone in front of the road
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| They are hoarded by a dam, falling into an ice-hole
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| Choice is a hoax, like Pandora
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| Get into the hole, get lost here
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| My everyday life is like a box
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| Without doors, fences fell:
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| Palisade from that freedom
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| What do you find for trouble
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| Corpses on a stone in front of the road
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| They are hoarded by a dam, falling into an ice-hole
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| Choice is a hoax, like Pandora
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| Get into the hole, get lost here
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| We will someday understand that there is ice under us
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| You don't have to push too hard
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| Do not play with fire, even a magnifying glass will burn
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| When the ass is in gasoline
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| You are free from the world
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| "Fuck everyone" and once, do not lie to the "yoke"
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| Then the choice multiplies, no need to pay them,
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| Do not need a family - "Do not remember dashingly"
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| No, don't remember!
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| Wherever I go, I'm in trouble
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| Yes, yes, in hell - there is my final
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| No, I won't return, I lost
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| I sucked up my ideal
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| Did you recognize yourself? |
| So attack!
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| Don't let hurt be you
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| What's the freedom of an asshole?
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| My everyday life is like a box
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| Without doors, fences fell:
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| Palisade from that freedom
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| What do you find for trouble
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| Corpses on a stone in front of the road
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| They are hoarded by a dam, falling into an ice-hole
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| Choice is a hoax, like Pandora
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| Get into the hole, get lost here
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| My everyday life is like a box
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| Without doors, fences fell:
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| Palisade from that freedom
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| What do you find for trouble
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| Corpses on a stone in front of the road
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| They are hoarded by a dam, falling into an ice-hole
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| Choice is a hoax, like Pandora
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| Get into the hole, get lost here
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| My everyday life is like a box
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| Without doors, fences fell:
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| Palisade from that freedom
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| What do you find for trouble
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| Corpses on a stone in front of the road
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| They are hoarded by a dam, falling into an ice-hole
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| Choice is a hoax, like Pandora
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| Get into the hole, get lost here
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| I want to drown
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| I want to drown |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Прорубь , by - Loqiemean. Song from the album Чёрная метка, in the genre Русский рэп