Yesterday we were with the Kents in seventh heaven
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Building a house out of white bricks
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Chatting about how happy right now
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We'll all live here
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On the "First" - a sitcom, it was funny to us
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It went great, but it was a dream
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Our house of cards has been blown away by the black wind
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The streets sleep, he does not sleep
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The last joint as the last bullet
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This is war, no one wins
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Little chance of survival
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With a cry "Not a step back!"
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More than one brother fell under fire
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But with a shield tomorrow morning
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He will leave the hangout to reach the final
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(But) But the old rake will catch the new Nikes
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The devil is unlikely to let him go just like that, and
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He plays hide and seek with him, tells fairy tales affectionately
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An angel on a needle pleases the eye with dances
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And he's so high that the angels can't reach him
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And every time it hurts more and more, and it's harder to get up
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Yes, show, one hundred pro, must go on, this music will be eternal
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There will be sex and rock and roll - all these are great things
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But sweeter than all women is the new muse, around again cool party
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Only all this is rubbish, you drown 150
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To have time to fall into the arms of the grave
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The streets are sleeping, and you're about to close your eyes
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Under the flashing light, in the carriage, bullets whistle
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Crumbles the flesh bayonet-knife of the night
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Run away while these streets sleep
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The streets sleep, he does not sleep
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The last joint as the last bullet
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This is war, no one wins
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Little chance of survival
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With a cry "Not a step back!"
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More than one brother fell under fire
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But with a shield tomorrow morning
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He will leave the hangout to reach the final
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Struggled to the ground, only realized: do not take out
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Dog cold, but it's only autumn
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You have Buddha and Shiva, Jah, Ganesha there
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We have lousy everyday life here (sorry) of course
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Yes, I'm the new Cobain - must die
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Max Payne is looking for me - thug life
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The stars are so far away - let
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But you are all assholes, goodbye
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These songs are like a diary
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But they are written by my double enemy
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My skinny lunch is a picnic
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If you understand, nod
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The streets sleep, he does not sleep
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The last joint as the last bullet
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This is war, no one wins
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Little chance of survival
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With a cry "Not a step back!"
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More than one brother fell under fire
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But with a shield tomorrow morning
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He will leave the hangout to reach the final |