| Looking for meaning, but not there
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| My thoughts are only about
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| How to raise lam in a month
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| And buy mom a new house
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| Are we evil? |
| Well, when
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| Don't get yourself into trouble
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| When you need new goods
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| You know how I behave
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| Drink like crazy! |
| How is it?
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| I'm like cattle. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like cattle. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like a redneck, ya-ya
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| Like a bastard. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like cattle. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like cattle. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like a redneck, ya-ya
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| We didn't change for your show, that's just
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| Kuleshov effect
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| I fly into a party in a bathrobe more stylish than any dude
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| Yeah, it's all my antics, I only care about the booze
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| Where is my respect? |
| As long as you have price tags on, I'll be a cynic
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| Hey Mish, give them some style! |
| Today I took on a weak shinigami
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| I drink a lot, because I know a lot, ninth? |
| - no, my destiny is Salem
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| Seven feet under the keel, I don't need changes
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| I call fate a bitch and bring her to her knees
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| Drink like crazy! |
| How is it?
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| I'm like cattle. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like cattle. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like a redneck, ya-ya
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| Like a bastard. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like cattle. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like cattle. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like a redneck, ya-ya
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| Captain, I see our new course in the abyss of this bottle
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| We will cast anchor here
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| They poison us like cockroaches in the smoking room,
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| But we breathe air with nicotine
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| I climbed into your dreams to take the last
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| Heard about death? |
| I am her heir
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| Hit the jackpot on my reserve starship
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| And fuck whatever you want, but I don't waste my nerves
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| I eat capsules with the past, but vomit more often
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| From unnecessary words seasoned with lies
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| All mixed up inside, time to dance
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| I went into myself, bartender, spill it!
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| Fire water at my expense to visitors
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| It was a long way from Siberia to St. Petersburg,
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| But here I am, and the outcome is guessed
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| We look at the last sunset from behind the frame
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| I will fill every silence
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| Inappropriately dense set of letters
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| Shouting out of place, ahead of the speed
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| Bitch, drink with me to free your voice
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| So you love the first, because it's always the last
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| Heard about death? |
| I am her heir
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| Coming out of the storm again without injury
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| Fate bitch is still on her knees!
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| I'm a redneck!
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| How bullshit! |
| How is it?
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| I'm like cattle. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like cattle. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like a redneck, ya-ya
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| Like a bastard. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like cattle. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like cattle. |
| How is it?
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| I'm like a redneck, ya-ya |