| I took a ziplo fai in my hands.
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| He took out a flower the size of a finger from there.
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| Oh shield! |
| Where did you get it?
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| The sleeping area is shrouded in a green shawl.
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| The look has become cold, skyscrapers are growing.
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| Pulse under a hundred. |
| Let it dry.
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| ??? |
| hunters are confused.
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| There used to be dogs, now packs of wolves
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| There used to be cops, now they are cops.
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| On the hands, bandages and show-offs go to the firebox!
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| And this bit flies to the head with a tire iron,
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| Someone's sweet dream broken into pieces!
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| Dangerously!
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| Like mud on a striker's sneakers,
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| By a muzzle smashed into minced meat.
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| The click of the lighter did you good,
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| This evil shit is not last year's snowball!
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| You will shout "Oh, holy saints!!!"
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| And you will accept it humbly, through a bong or a water bottle.
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| I calmly sat down more comfortably.
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| The palms are collected by the boat, the locomotive is kind.
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| The sun rises in the east
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| The snow-covered city glows, factories smoke.
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| From the Ural Mountains to Bangkok,
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| The locomotive is long, long, long, long!
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| You will accept it by closing your heavy eyelids,
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| Thoughts give birth to the form of a person's word.
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| I need a loop, a record mode, a track!
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| And what pulls to the bottom, we tear you from the very top. |
| Reception, reception, communication Cambodia, Laos, Burma.
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| Ale male here bongzila and our company.
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| The first object was blown up...
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| Try this healthy smoking BARREL!
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| I always have a fresh look at the same layouts.
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| Inside is a steel rod that keeps my posture.
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| If you are polite, they will support you,
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| From the coast of Smolino or yards of hope.
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| Inevitably the track spins over and over
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| By wire, getting not into the masses, but into the mind!
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| It's dangerous to put this shit in meat
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| The board can close and the puzzle does not fit.
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| Everything is clear where the movement is, and where the strollers are,
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| Who has an interest and what in fact.
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| Underweight is an easy way to get a reputation.
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| Save money on sensi, but not on these guys!
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| The monks sharpen their style by twisting under their cassocks,
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| Hold the chuck with two fingers.
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| We blow up so that then it shakes you!
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| I throw myself under the pineapple express.
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| I knocked over the canister and the fire broke out quickly.
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| I let go of the leash and the dog bit into my throat.
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| I unsheathed the blade and it sparked.
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| This style is like a crystal, not pure body.
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| I was somewhere, and I saw something there.
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| Now I know that everything is predetermined |
| It's hard to understand, you have to be quiet.
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| Take a deep breath to go a long way.
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| I'm going far away there, preparing the slaughter,
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| I try everything, but I take nothing with me.
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| Someone from above writes all this with my hand.
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| And I call it a fatal fate!
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| This is so touching!
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| When in the sky above the lake,
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| Instead of a flock of seagulls, soot is visible!
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| Gray jets flow from huge pipes,
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| Oh my friend, it's just we smoking twisted!
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| A cop halit, but he won't bash us!
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| After all, pure cash is in our purchase and sale!
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| Ahh... And what a fucking smell!
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| I was already salivating from this word.
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| Indica! |
| and even treated.
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| Azira Bazaar is serious stuff
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| Possessing strength. |
| Sip your silus
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| THIS IS OU7CH!!! |
| Why not a bongzilla?!
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| Oh74 and a mountain shield!
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| The jungle doesn't sleep, it's instinct.
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| From Bangkok to Tankograd peace to the boys!
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| Respect Cambodia, Laos, Burma
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| Triangle Cambodia, Laos, Burma!
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| Kilograms of what is not for the air.
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| Now I know how to kill Bill.
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| It doesn't matter if he's a cop or a dragdilla.
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| God bless! |
| I have enough fillets for rice,
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| Plus, we are covered here not sickly!
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| Warm greetings to the brothers from Tagil. |