| I put nihil over the world and spit on icons
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| Give me Madonna fame and silk suits
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| Give me the thrill of a worn dream instead of broken pieces
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| Give me a bank account (bank account), the life of a millionaire
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| Let the dog's habits be exchanged for manners
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| Let me make a career on magazine covers
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| Give me a limousine, a whore and a glass of Crystal
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| I'm at the limit (at the limit) tired of doubts
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| A kaleidoscope of tantrums and a press of regrets
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| I'm not a rejected genius, I'm just a victim of a breakdown
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| Weeks are torn to pieces under the silence of the phone
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| I'm on the limit (on the limit) a very familiar feeling
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| When everything inside is boiling and empty at the same time
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| When I sleep for several days under azaleptin
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| Tired of pseudo music, pseudo plans, pseudo friends
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| I'm at the limit (at the limit) tired of the severity of the role
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| I take off the mask and further polish the song from the pain
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| It's all out of control and going downhill again
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| With a couple of bottles of port, I embark on a cruise
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| Hello, I'm a surrealist, guys, kick me
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| Spit in your face, trample, cut and tear with knives
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| Who the hell invented this spring?
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| I just need to relax, just be alone
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| Who would have thought that there would be no jokes
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| A short period of days breaks the mind
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| Tired of beating the walls of a vicious circle
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| Work with servants, provide services to those
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| Who corners
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| build deals, weave intrigues
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| In attempts to make just a new line in the reference book
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| I didn't fall on my knees, no matter how much they wanted to
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| Quietly left, they took pity on me for the last time
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| Passions boiled, pain, fear fattened by leaps and bounds
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| Memories drill new cracks in me
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| How many times did you forget yourself over a glass of cocktail
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| How many innocences have I ruined in my bed
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| Photos of friends turned yellow, covered with dust
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| Hopes beat against the ground, breaking wings, again with a bottle
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| The spender is abandoned by everyone, powerless
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| sickening (sickening) sometimes I am disgusted with myself
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| Hundreds of posthumous awards, flowers on the grave
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| Or mean headlines in pulp fiction?
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| What do I deserve? |
| - round up ditches
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| Or be at the zenith of glory
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| Went to ram through thorns, scratching his hands with thorns
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| When others hid behind loud words:
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| "You can't, forget it, spit it, quit it"
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| He wanted to, and if he is ready to get under fire
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| I'm at the limit, let everything burn to the ground
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| Let's leave ripples on the screen after five o'clock in the morning
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| Lonely hermit inside room walls
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| On my own - I don't ask for anything in return
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| Give me a name - "Last bastard"
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| I put nihil over the world and spit on icons
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| Give me Madonna fame and silk suits
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| Give me the thrill of a worn dream instead of broken pieces
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| Give me a bank account, the life of a millionaire
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| Let the dog's habits be exchanged for manners
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| Let me make a career on magazine covers
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| Give me a limousine, a whore and a glass of Crystal |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song На пределе , by - Nasty Nuts. Song from the album Нести Натс, in the genre Русский рэп