This month for the umpteenth time
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Our Father, all my days are like Copy Paste
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After us, people fall into a deep trance,
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But finally, let's dance with me, Totentanz
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And whose house is parallel to us
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Here it is more often interfered with by broken glass
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Than ice. |
Felt flats in the morning upside down
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Since then the head has been bobbing like a chainball
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And whose house is parallel to us
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Here it is more often interfered with by broken glass
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Than ice. |
Felt flats in the morning upside down
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Since then the head has been bobbing like a chainball
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People in the house are crowded like letters in notebooks
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Muppets voodoo puppet show
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In the assortment of dishes of this infernal cuisine
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Plus there is more rum than in the warehouse of the pirate bay
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Viva slam, viva kalman
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We build a mosh pit in your bedroom
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Again and again stack after stack
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Then word for word, then eye for eye
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Windows fogged up don't worry about blood loss
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In the case of Okhra, our teremok has a teleport function
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There is vodka in my body, take a photo on your phone where
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I tried all the drugs and ran naked around the territory
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Hotter than Texas in July is more dangerous than getting hit by bullets
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The game that we deployed
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This is our motive and we cannot be stopped
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Sea of people stage-diving dive under the guitar reef
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And whose house is parallel to us
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Here it is more often interfered with by broken glass
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Than ice. |
Felt flats in the morning upside down
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Since then the head has been bobbing like a chainball
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And whose house is parallel to us
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Here it is more often interfered with by broken glass
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Than ice. |
Felt flats in the morning upside down
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Since then the head has been bobbing like a chainball
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Brain wax dripped into the cracks between the boards
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Darkness lay in the mind, lei, baby
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They won't let you into a pink restaurant in such sneakers
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Dose and according to the lanterns our way into the distance away from the dry
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Children heratize at the call of the winged log
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Mothers cry under the roar of a drunken God
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Hands, eyes, legs, mouth - an ephemeral mass
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Far from God, God himself commanded to be in meat
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A tour in a downcast hell under deaf commands from outside
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Two troubadours in smoke instead of hats brain slugs
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Himself at home for a year like an eclair from a box of speed
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Play with colors the kaleidoscope of my gray short life
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Through the order of things screw on red
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Paralyzed cabbage soup bottomless holiday
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A tired goodluck in poisoned oil
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Mom, sometimes I just happen to be fucking happy
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And whose house is parallel to us
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Here it is more often interfered with by broken glass
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Than ice. |
Felt flats in the morning upside down
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Since then the head has been bobbing like a chainball
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And whose house is parallel to us
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Here it is more often interfered with by broken glass
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Than ice. |
Felt flats in the morning upside down
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Since then the head has been bobbing like a chainball
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Stages fly off from the rocket of fate
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Coffins are crying for us, but we managed to do something
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In the lens on the fingers of the Westside snag
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Like a shalom from the soldiers, fucking slow suicide
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Slow suicide |