Late evening from the window in the kitchen, the shadows turn on the light
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No matter how much I tried to understand people, I'm tired, father
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On my way, I met a lot - everyone is different
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Everyone here has its own truth, its own God and its own color
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But how to live, I never found the answer
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Remember, there are two types of people:
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Some are ready to tear this world to the bone
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They go over the heads, not sparing the nails
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And the devil will justify, if only to saddle the target
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And there are two types of people:
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Others will never leave you in trouble
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Rising for conscience and stubborn for honor
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Look, don't get torn between them, youngster
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In the dark a star fell over the horizon
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But what if each needs a separate approach?
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After all, this one seems to have lied, but repented right after
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This one seemed to be stealing, but corrected at the moment
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This one, in appearance, impudent, did not give a damn about everyone
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And you talk - normal in private
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Remember, there are two types of people:
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Some are ready to lie, throwing dust in their eyes
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Seem to be different, getting closer
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And after doing it so that the roof is on fire
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And there are two types of people:
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Others will never set up friends
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They won't speak for themselves, they won't choke back
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Look, don't get torn between them, youngster
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Be ready, that moment will surely come
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When you're left here all alone
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And those whom he looked up to filled their wallets
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And it seems that everyone around does not care if you turn off the path
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To stand on your own already and there are no more good reasons
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Remember, there are two types of people:
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Some are ready to really believe you to the end
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Undertake to help, not noticing losses
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And their conscience is clear, like a mother's tear
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And there are two types of people:
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They can forgive even the most beasts
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Those who profit from this will not miss the moment
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Look, don't get torn between them, youngster
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And there are two types of people:
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Some are ready to tear this world to the bone
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They go over the heads, not sparing the nails
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And the devil will justify, if only to saddle the target
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And there are two types of people:
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Others will never leave you in trouble
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Rising for conscience and stubborn for honor
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Look, don't get torn between them, youngster
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There is
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There are two
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There are two
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Look, don't get torn between them, youngster
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There is
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There are two
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There are two
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Look, don't get torn between them, youngster
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There are two types of people
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There are two types of people
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There are two types of people
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Look, don't get torn between them, youngster
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There are two types of people
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There are two types of people
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There are two types of people
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Look, don't get torn between them, youngster |