Lyrics of the common flood and Mehrad Hayden
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Chesho to Ebras
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In the depths of the diver himself
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Open toe
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Everyone's health is alone
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Follow the name of La Dokhias Yaro
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His secret work was last night at the checkpoint
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They say it is common in his voice to be medicated
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The will of a Bahamian city with its lights off
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No, your photo has a need for a Benz
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Not if there is a big spot
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I do not know the city with imported license plates
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The famous sound is like the sound of a siren
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When is it time to criticize Lashi Shen?
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When is the time to become a master of painting?
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Haji Mellat knows that I am pissed
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But I go and follow the earthly ideology
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My friend is at the table with this beak
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I have an unusual man under the bull
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How many times did I get caught by the police and
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He comes to the door with a reprimand
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The only way was to be like everyone else
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I say hey eyes and yes, a butterfly
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But the size of my respect is my logic
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Free each of you to say anything
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But look, it's worth retiring Shin
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Let me do something for you
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You want them to look at me, come and sit in front of me
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Armpit milk
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Open your eyes to Ebras, open all seven of my chakras
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In the depths of the diver himself, I reached a state of humor
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The tip of the toe is open, the health of everyone is alone
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I'm waiting for the rain to come, I wish it would come, amen
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Full black cornea
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The bulldozers of the four ships
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I bite the zigzag of love
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Monte-Cristo Money-Cristo Jay-Z
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My lock, luck, news, hashtag
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Special ethics and heresy
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Gossip and stubbornness
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Soft cotton pillow
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In the morning, omelet and Sangak
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I have no compliments, Morsi
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I do not like Pepsi
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Long hair Tarzan body
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Follow the shame and the story
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I'm not a lot, but seven lines
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Air the city with a lighter
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I miss my rockets on Mars
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These two * make my face Tetris
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These are the ones who criticize
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They see themselves as Elvis (Elvis Presley)
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These are their lullabies for the corner
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Thin and delicate Einho Googoosh
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It's not night and Wimison dawns
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They have no eggs, these chickens are roosters
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Chesha facing Ebras, in the depths of the diver himself
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The tip of the toe is open, the health of everyone is alone
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I wish it would flood, as Mehrad said
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A grandmother can not give birth to you anymore
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You will not be able to eat chickens anymore
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You have an empty toe, be a cover
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You only take human time
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You say but no one hears what you say
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Because I do not take delivery, you say badmoo
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But I know your hair is falling out, you see me
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Our nature is judged and we die
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I can not and will not be in my habit
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I have a strange skill in playing and
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There can be no ransom, no god's me
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We did not see any important news
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Our name is on the headline
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We are in front if you see a sharp beat
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Whatever enemy we have is a fan of Klesh
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I wish no one interfered
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Peter could not help but point a finger
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The upper torch was not peasant
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He was not a carnivore, he did not move left or right
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I'm waiting for the flood to come once
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Take the whirlwind, take the whirlwind
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Earthquake shakes the earth
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Do not swallow under the teeth
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Wave these dunbs
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Thursday and around Fridays
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This monkey is in this guest
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All the ampoules of the painting office
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Take this jealousy
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To turn their backs on the present critique
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May this aura of love on the margins blossom
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All these virtual clowns
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Open your eyes to Ebras, open all seven of my chakras
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In the depths of the diver himself, I reached a state of humor
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The tip of the toe is open, the health of everyone is alone
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I'm waiting for the rain to come, I wish it would come, amen
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In the depths of the diver himself, the toe of the head is open above the hand
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Everyone's health is alone
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Chesho to Ebras
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The lyrics of Shaye and Mehrad Hayden's song called Flood |