Fire, water and pipes, pipes, pipes, pipes
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They cripple opiates, from bottles torn by heat
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Spring is in agony, but we are corpses, corpses
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After all, they hid in a bottle that winter
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Fire, water and pipes, pipes, pipes, pipes
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They cripple opiates, from bottles torn by heat
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Spring is in agony, but we are corpses, corpses
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After all, they hid in a bottle that winter
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The first from the circle came out and at leisure
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That you are just like a rapper, not a rumor, not a spirit, a splash
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Turned her head down, whitefish up
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What are you like, don't boil, this one won't eat you
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After Thomas came out, or Peter, I don’t remember anymore
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Was it winter or summer, long ago
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This is almost all plastic, the apostles went numb
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The kettle sometimes boiled, and the remnants of lenten
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Paul left the mortal world, silently we spend it
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Let's remember the water after, smoke round dances
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In the morning, Matvey disappeared, and we even searched around the yard
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If only there were seekers, if only we had water again
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Fire, water and pipes, pipes, pipes, pipes
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They cripple opiates, from bottles torn by heat
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Spring is in agony, but we are corpses, corpses
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After all, they hid in a bottle that winter
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Fire, water and pipes, pipes, pipes, pipes
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They cripple opiates, from bottles torn by heat
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Spring is in agony, but we are corpses, corpses
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After all, they hid in a bottle that winter
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Ivan or Jacob decided that it was useless
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It's been a year since we got together, and the truth is pennies
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Semyon then ordered to go, since the brothers smell guilt
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For those who were lost and those who were not found
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Philip remained honest, Phillip seemed to himself
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He went to bed when it got dark, got up when he cast a shadow
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Andrey seemed to see the news, Andrey hurried his colleagues
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The sun shone in the apartment, but the snow definitely never melted, never
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Fire, water and pipes, pipes, pipes, pipes
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They cripple opiates, from bottles torn by heat
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Spring is in agony, but we are corpses, corpses
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After all, they hid in a bottle that winter
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Fire, water and pipes, pipes, pipes, pipes
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They cripple opiates, from bottles torn by heat
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Spring is in agony, but we are corpses, corpses
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After all, they hid in a bottle that winter |