House 3, House, House 3, House
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House 3, House, House 3, House
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House 3, House, House 3, House
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House 3, House, House 3, House
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In the land of thieves and ensigns, in the delirium of a blind pastor
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In the forehead of cordons, craters, in the goiter of factories, clusters
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We pull life like chewing gum, be quiet, you'll break
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It's all trizna, on all fours you scrape with the mouse
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You scrape, you scrape for your life
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Scrape, scrape to shoot for death
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Scrape, scrape, scrape at least a minuscule
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Scrape, scrape to go on TV
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If there was House 2, then the third is ahead
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Soon the families fell apart among the builders of love
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Apparently, they can't see the bottom, and the whores are climbing on TV
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They know what they will eat, because they sow appetite
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They know what everybody wants and they know how to give (how to give)
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And they even know where to give in order to take it sweeter,
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But then we will be in the Canary Islands if we ate on the channel
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How cool that you still got
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В Dom 3 (House 3), Dom 3 (House 3)
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Building 3 (Building 3), Building 3, Building 3
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Building 3 (Building 3), Building 3 (Building 3)
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House 3 (House 3), (how cool that they hit and fell), House 3, House 3
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В Dom 3 (House), Dom 3 (House)
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Dom 3 (House), Dom 3, Dom (hit in)
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Dom 3 (House), Dom 3 (House)
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House 3 (how cool that we got there), House 3, House 3, in House 3
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House, House, House, House, House, ah-ah |