| This is spam, I wrote while you were sleeping
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| Emotional whore she loves Socrates in her own way
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| And cuts off the weathered places from it,
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| And meanwhile I love thinness
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| Slender body with thin fingers
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| When it's afraid to speak
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| And he talks about himself only when he gets drunk
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| Invited to cheer for Russian football
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| "girl, more fun, let's drink vodka!"
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| A traffic light ripened to a berry went wild
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| Empty, notepad and so for six months
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| Heavy bunch of keys
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| But they don't fit in anything
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| Friends, this time I was openly drawn to the beautiful
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| I read seven chapters of nonsense, as always
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| Then she took a walk around the apartment, checked
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| There were three rooms
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| And so it remains now
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| I have nothing to brag about
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| I woke up in the morning
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| And the first thing I remembered
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| How they knock on the shore with the bow of the boat
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| It's clear, I'm pretending in vain
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| I can't seem to pull on the role so high
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| From under the curtains the world will watch me,
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| And then it wears on the wind
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| Yes with pleasure!
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| Since we are both RW, we will pour on each other
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| I dreamed of a draft, and in the morning I had a cold
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| Demolish both my hands for what you are given,
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| Do you want me to leave with them?
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| You sharpened the door
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| She now inspires fear
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| What is equally delicious
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| Both front and back
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| The defaming community
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| Sat down on the edge to pull the carpet
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| With the loss of their heads, the sectarians take everything
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| When you are already being eaten - blame yourself
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| Don't stand over their soul
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| Don't stand over your body
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| I'm dumb like a cork and that's why I don't drown
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| You go to the bottom in one fell swoop, like smart
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| I spit on my conscience for the hundredth time
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| You can't wait for words from a drunken face
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| Wall, wall, one more, one more
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| I know you love me just for words |