I've been trying to compose it for so long and now
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It is composed and does not rush anyone at all
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Everyone now agrees with my point of view:
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Skinheads, rappers and those who rush to pop:
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Mouzon galimy and eerily stupid text
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Not a composition, in short, but generally fucked up!
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This is the ugliest
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Song on planet earth
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How fucking cool is that
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That I am the author of it!
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My colleagues can't reach my heights
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To my pedestal they are not one verst
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They are afraid that their songs will be destroyed by someone
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And I'm on this to the pussy - I'm my own star!
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Mast give, suck, kg / am, etc., etc.
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You can compose better, but worse - fuck you!
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After all, this is the worst
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Song on planet earth
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How fucking cool is that
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That I am the author of it!
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The most fucked up
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Song on planet earth
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How fucking cool is that
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That I am the author of it!
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[Hidden track: 1]
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Didn't study in fifth grade
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Instead of school, he fermented and bludgeoned
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With older boys
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At the age of 13 I was already an alcoholic!
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Purple black eye under my eye
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Where I got drunk, with whom I fought - I don’t remember
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As if dozens of cars ran over me -
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Wherever you look, then a fracture, then a dislocation, then a bruise!
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Stop drinking and start exercising
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I'll live another 18 years
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Just the fuck you need
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We'd better drink together
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For a purple black eye under my eye
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Where I got drunk, with whom I fought - I don’t remember
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As if dozens of cars ran over me -
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Wherever you look, then a fracture, then a dislocation, then a bruise!
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Here I lie - blue again
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Frost covers the body
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How can I get up
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To go even catch up?!
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Purple black eye under my eye
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Where I got drunk, with whom I fought - I don’t remember
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As if dozens of cars ran over me -
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Wherever you look, then a fracture, then a dislocation, then a bruise!
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Purple black eye under my eye
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Where I got drunk, with whom I fought - I don’t remember
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As if dozens of cars ran over me -
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Wherever you look, then a fracture, then a dislocation, then a bruise!
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[Hidden track: 2]
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You lost - the world won
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There are billions of them, you are one
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Enemies behind every pair of curtains
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You won't change for anything
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Their opinions (mm-mm)
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Their opinions (mm-mm)
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Their opinions (mm-mm)
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Their opinions
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You've been fighting for years
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Like a fish head on ice
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But no matter how hard you put in
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You will never change
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Their opinions (mm-mm)
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Their opinions (mm-mm)
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Their opinions (mm-mm)
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Their opinions
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Moisten your blue mouth again
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And the uncertainty will pass
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For a while. |
Mm-mm. |
For a while
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But be at least sober, even in shit
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You won't change anyway
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Their opinions (mm-mm)
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Their opinions (mm-mm)
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Their opinions (mm-mm)
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Their opinions
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And on the wall, understand, fan
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Not Kurt Cobain, just a poster
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The world won - he lost
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And, having lost, did not change
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Their opinions (mm-mm)
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Their opinions (mm-mm)
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Their opinions (mm-mm)
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Their opinions |