| Your type is wildly importunate
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| My day (what time is it?) is ticking, ringing (heh)
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| Inclined to sleep, tar nicotine
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| Who are you - corns will tell for you
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| More money, less words
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| Help those who couldn't then (hmm)
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| I remember my to-do list
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| I remember my bundle of affairs where (how so?)
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| Get rid of "would" (ha)
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| So that it’s not a fairy tale, but a reality (I)
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| Don't go down to show-off (I)
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| And from a piece of young (I)
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| Avoid water in words
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| So that the world does not yawn in your mouth
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| Why do you need flesh?
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| Just drip onto the floor?
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| Do not believe the outfit, there is more money than on the body
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| In fact, show off, a reason for bloodhounds (yeah)
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| They take on the scent of the businesslike,
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| But I don't even sweat, every day is Monday
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| Here is the decoding: these years are not ready (chsh)
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| We wander somewhere - corridors, turns (yeah)
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| My destiny is to find a box instead of a house (yeah)
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| Like a cat, then a year old - manticore (a)
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| Plans in the oven
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| Let the locomotive rush (choo-choo)
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| Someone is there on the opposite side
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| Let's split right in the nose
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| Somewhere your knife is waiting for you
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| Somewhere your bullet is crying
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| Between them a ghost
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| The one that will (what the fuck?)
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| The one that will
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| I loved what I spent time on
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| I despise what takes him
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| Not a single tattoo will say more eyes
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| That's why I don't stuff (still in the original)
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| Remember when you were a child with your mother (whoa)
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| On your knees to ask God on the pedal
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| Now everything is nothing, we are on a par with this Uncle
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| Scattered debts - now I help everyone
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| From the start my sail is torn
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| I put the word across the throat
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| To push, you need pressure,
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| But do not change faces to muzzle,
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| But you don't have to be afraid (no)
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| Or be afraid, don't
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| Either fight or pain
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| Either this or that
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| Or are you overboard
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| Or where are you poured?
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| Heifers are harmful to the eye
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| Money tastes fresh
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| Showcase prints -
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| Only deceit for your tus
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| Majestic Cup of Glory
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| Turned out to be a sip
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| I drink it with rum
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| What I left for later, okay
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| Ye-ea
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| Part 2
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| Got more than I wanted
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| I've been here longer than I wanted to be
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| But a thread sticks out under the skin
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| I will pull - and an invisible tangle appeared
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| Is there a ceiling? |
| And then
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| I am not a dog, a dragon
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| Fucking heads, one by zero
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| Delete, and I'll give another smile (whoa)
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| Who am i?
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| Channel? |
| It's a flow like Tom
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| Empty - a fire is preparing in me
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| Muse, but on business: I'm zero
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| Garbage, squeezed out the pus (I)
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| Man squeezed out pus (I)
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| Man minus pus is not a man
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| Man is nobody (yo)
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| Time flowed
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| Everything is tip-top, but there is a current in my head, whoa
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| In the head window:
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| An idea will fly in - throw out a joke
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| For the universe a microbe,
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| But give me a micro - Caligula (Ro-oh)
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| I, where necessary, - "Poured"
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| I, where necessary, - "Poured"
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| The world is squeezing all the juice out of me
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| I give voluntarily, I won't give a single drop to the void
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| It's hard to be functional
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| But there is no place on earth where it would be better, so okay
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| I'm poured, squeeze
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| I'm poured, squeeze
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| I'm poured, squeeze
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| I'm poured, squeeze
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| I'm poured, squeeze
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| I'm poured, squeeze
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| I'm poured, squeeze
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| I'm poured, squeeze |