| Children grow and women producing
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| Men go work and some go stealin
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| Another pair of shoes rubbed against the pavement
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| Like any other day, routine returns like a goblin
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| Morning press, fugitives, attacks on cities, crowds
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| Zombies run into each other and don't count on altruism here
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| The first coffee on the way to promotion
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| Black pot under the tie, albeit on the Sahara road
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| It's not "Havana Moon" Carlos Santana -
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| Only in the morning Łódz, CO2 inhaled into the lungs
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| Central Poland
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| The bus is already a quarter of an hour late
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| A second cigarette in ten minutes
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| Smoke as gray as Gandalf in the mouth.
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| Traffic jams to the city, asphalt melts
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| The rays reflected from the glass irritate bloodshot proteins
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| You can see the general pissed off on the faces
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| Conscience beats the alarm, get the fuck away, don't be fussy
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| Everyone confesses one day how he robbed time and himself of dreams
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| And the implementation of plans
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| Well, as long as you have the strength to inhale oxygen
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| To consistently follow the goal ahead
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| At the forefront of conscience when Eden is salvation
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| To find your Earth unspoiled by cement
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| Break every barrier, assemble every piece
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| Dress up words with meaning, truth in the open air
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| As long as you have someone to be for, someone can exist for you
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| As long as you don't give up - you'll set the price yourself. |
| X2
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| Monopoly's first victims, seven in the morning
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| The sober, greedy man cannot let go of his shoulders
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| You have a #Toreador bullfight
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| Fighting the wind
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| If the former let him go, the latter would fall on the hood
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| Three meters away, a stop full of people, sitting in all of them
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| Cold War, personal #Harry Truman
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| Miny as if the appetite had died to overcome my moderation
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| The storm of thoughts would be if God was watching over them
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| The bus is late because of the dug up city centers
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| It can measure displacement in centimeters
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| Traffic jams from town to town, patience trains in this
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| This is how our sense of time turns into a feeling of hell
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| The black suit can be seen in the sun, it absorbs the heat
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| Gates rally with big corporations of peasants
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| Everyone confesses one day how he robbed time and himself of dreams
|
| And the implementation of plans
|
| As long as you have the strength to inhale oxygen
|
| To consistently follow the goal ahead
|
| At the forefront of conscience when Eden is salvation
|
| To find your Earth unspoiled by cement
|
| Break every barrier, assemble every piece
|
| Dress up words with meaning, truth in the open air
|
| As long as you have someone to be for, someone can exist for you
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| As long as you don't give up - you'll set the price yourself |