Evaluated through the prism of gestures towards the environment
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You think the truth is out there
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There is no place for friends in black memories
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You are alone with your conscience
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In the mirror, the reflection in the face is laughing
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So why? |
It is not a question of a system that highlights sins
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Principles of life fly by like coins
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The appetite for them is growing and I am at odds with myself ...
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... assessed through the prism of gestures towards the environment ...
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... how much hate just look ...
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... meaning not in cash ...
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... a fucking ordinary bitter world ...
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0:29, a lantern glow brightens the way
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I do what I can to keep fit in life
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I think to myself - how many years will the world last this poverty?
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Will the chain of constant wishes ever break?
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Why don't you tell me it's beautiful - think
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How can you understand both sides of this game?
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As instead of tender sentences - shattered nerves
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Take a look at the faces - no discovery
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Life is drawn on them
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Torments and pleas to find the right chords
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Our time on earth
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Millions of problems that cannot be changed
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I know such trapped in myself
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The plan means nothing but the rhythm keeps you going
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For example, take a look at Łódź
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When some are consuming the orgy
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Others at the very bottom besiege the stations
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Counting on a modest portion
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What irritates them - the stench?
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He denies living in this place
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Please, not everything should be in color
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Everyone has the right to dream
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And only death can deprive us of it
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It cannot be more easily expressed
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... assessed through the prism of gestures towards the environment ...
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... how much hate just look ...
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... meaning not in cash ...
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... a fucking ordinary bitter world ...
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"Hey, smack, kick" - a stranger in front of me
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Washed green jacket and brown pants
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Look in the eye - no need for words, unemployed
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Look at how much noise is around the money
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Touch the world of real struggles
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Free from fun, easy girls, parties
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Worse and better, fed up with passive people
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Faithful to their ideals every day
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I can see it in passers-by
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The entire animal farm
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With inferior zero contact, don't say you don't know
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And so, at railway stations, we shit in the same toilet
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Easy to transport
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Keeping away from human flaws
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Although the same fear stuck to us
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And rudeness pushes you to stand out
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From an ordinary prostitute, as if everyone has their own plan
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I give the rest to the city, it will judge for itself
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The faces of those who have already been written to err
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And so every day it is more difficult to bounce back from the bottom
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... assessed through the prism of gestures towards the environment ...
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... how much hate just look ...
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... meaning not in cash ...
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... a fucking ordinary bitter world ...
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Life flows like a movie of memories
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A collar on the back of the neck
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To see as little of the world as possible
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In order not to have to explain yourself
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For other people's wrongs, numbers
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Which he can never really pick up
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Time flies slowly by another
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Moment after moment
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It melts in the mouth like Gyros
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Others have a pickaxe on their hands
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Fuck knows for what
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You won't change anything by crying
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Job problems? |
What character to play
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To get the world of elites
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For some, smuggling
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For others, the remains of the political gut
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Surprised - how ?!
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After all, one in a thousand was lucky
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And so blindness engulfs the city
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And a forest of hands asking to survive tomorrow
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When the cut, others at the stations sign a contract
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With life in a plastic bag, they only ask for a zloty
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Through the hole in the jacket you can see all your belongings
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And the pain of mistakes over life
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Love for life
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To mark your strength in life
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... assessed through the prism of gestures towards the environment ...
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... how much hate just look ...
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... meaning not in cash ...
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... a fucking ordinary bitter world ... |