Put out the headlights, chief, don't draw attention.
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See the white "six" with blue numbers?
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- Where?
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- Right behind us.
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In the shadow of the yard, in the parking lot, behind the Lada, there are garbage.
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In business ... Someone stuck, along the way,
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Somewhere there is a hole or I am very wound up.
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Maybe the opera works or it makes me sick
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Water some kind of ram from the padik opposite;
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Came to my mother or lives here, I will repent from memory.
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And so he was kind of dressed in uniform.
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They are in vogue, I feel uncomfortable, like on a hot baking sheet.
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Stuffy. |
I breathe according to the yoga method.
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To pick up marijuana, you need to stretch your legs.
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Three blocks from the third cannon cones.
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Engine lair near the boys' club,
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Either there, or with an easy plan to Planovka.
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Whoever smokes mixtures has a *bad taste.
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I walk past the homeless lie motionless.
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Oh, God, maybe they are no longer alive?
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If so, then I'm sorry - I'm leaving it behind.
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I see a man, about thirty years old.
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Fuck his Beagle, bitch, so crazy?
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He messed me up, the infection, putting a stain on the track.
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I turned into the courtyards near Chirik,
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Here they politely ask, they are unlikely to return back.
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Second, old, motherfucking, ghetto,
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Masquerades from tinted pills.
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But now they are gone, they have lunch on the way,
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Spike lit a cigarette.
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And how does the Touareg look like,
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On the casting parked near the corner.
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Brazenly on board, like a miracle of rap *benit,
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No one will spoil my mood today!
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I get to Grover.
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I dial Ogur, the digits of the old number, someone's swearing from the windows.
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- Hello, why are you at home?
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- Yes, yes, yes, I'm here.
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- Well, then, in three minutes you can open your entrance.
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The conversation is over, I ran into the intercom;
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I hear someone coming down, probably him.
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The plafond blinks over the front door. |
The door opened
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And I seemed to sense something was wrong.
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Some guy, apparently his neighbor,
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Our faces were hidden by shadows, as with light.
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No elevator, wooden steps
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Each step creaks, and now, the last step.
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Fifth floor. |
I breathe deeply
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The dirty trick has dried up, the tightness has rubbed a little,
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Wow, are they cleaner? |
dragged on boxes,
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I looked at a thousand with thoughts "it's better to grow."
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He looked down like that for about five minutes and he came out,
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Silently, their aroma speaks of increased interest.
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Giggling at the clever thing, because the process
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This transmission was not recorded by the cop. |