Every day is like a search for balance
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The insides are all under a magnifying glass, under a lamp
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She thinks she wants me, but -
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Know I'm the worst option
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My music shares the night with me
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She does not care about prosperity and pathos
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Look out for yourself rock and roll boy
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He will teach you not to be shy
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We take a full tank, move where we look
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And I really don't care
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Friend, do not sit down for a gram for the sake of filok for madam
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What do you want to consume
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The truth is not in the legs that flash on Instagram
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And funny they say
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My business is to squeeze myself out
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Max, max, max, max
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Watch how we climb
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View of the peeled walls
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Misunderstood slang covers
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I hide my anger inside
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After all, scattered chalk
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Signed me success with blood
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We are all on the same wheel
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Coffin years and spend on a par
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In the mirror my Colosseum -
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The player is cunning, the game even more so
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I'm ashamed to warm your playlist
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Even though there are fewer numbers than them
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Learn and act if you are alone here
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And dissidence will turn into life
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She will kill my dream in the bud
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She'll give me a sip of murder
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I kind of exactly told her to leave,
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But the door breaks off its hinges and down
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I want not to go crazy not to break
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Do not sink with a smile piled on
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She wants attention, she cheats
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And he does it right. |
It makes me out
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And I just put it into rhythm as it is on the floor
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They know and grin how I do my best
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How do I make the most
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Watch how we climb
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View of the peeled walls
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Misunderstood slang covers
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I hide my anger inside
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After all, scattered chalk
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Signed me success with blood
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We are all on the same wheel
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Coffin years and spend on a par
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In the mirror my Colosseum -
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The player is cunning, the game even more so |