Ha, ha
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Oil, oil
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Ha
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And I'll get into the fucking top with a flood
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Top after top, corpse after corpse, cop after cop
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Buried again, and he will not loose his dogs from the shackles
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Nothing like that if, according to acquaintances,
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But anyway, it doesn't matter because we are all tourists
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We are waiting for someone who will say softer: "fuck you against the wall"
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So fuck the wall, I'm begging, one more time, I'm asking for an encore
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Doc, hit the wall
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In the end, someone will go quietly to hell with their train
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Baby take off your bathrobe, tell me which one of us is a psychopath
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What do your circles under my eyes mean to me?
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If we, like others, were refused, and
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Refused, your heart failed (forever, forever)
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And won't wake up again, won't wake up again (ah-ah-ah)
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It's all in combat
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In battle, bye-bye-bye
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It's all in combat
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In battle, bye-bye-bye
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It's all in combat
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In battle, bye-bye-bye
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It's all in combat
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In battle, bye-bye-bye
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Everything is wounded and wants to sleep
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I'm losing sleep again
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Something inside of me goes out
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In the balance every dawn, every aspect
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In this bitch that so asks me to undress her,
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But Rise is dead, and you, henceforth, I am to death
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Don't stick your head out at such a high speed, no masks
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Their black cheeks suddenly turned red
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After all, this is ... (ninth floor down)
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Itch Yes, wake up, eh
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How do you let all these bitches get so close?
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And hell is simple, and so fast
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He's like a shot - no sparkle, no list
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And don't give a fuck who sells how many discs
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Yes, yes, mister, didn't you make a mistake in the moves, in the faces?
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Without taking off here, do not crash
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Hundreds of times, hundreds of phrases, hundreds of eyes, hundreds of eye sockets, and
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As long as this demon loves us
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Even he does not suspect how deep this abyss is
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Everything is useless!
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You are my! |
Everything is painless!
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Do you want songs?
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On the!
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And what could be more charming, huh?
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From the fact that you are me ... without me!
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And the weight changes!
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All your text is guilt - these are the causes of your death
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It's all in combat
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In battle, bye-bye-bye
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It's all in combat
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In battle, bye-bye-bye
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Everything is wounded and wants to sleep |