I constantly push them, even if I eat them. |
I'll shake myself, throw it on me
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dogs. |
my wrists are strong
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Even though I slumber alone, it always makes the hearts of my lovers right
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I always find meatballs, if not, your word is from the heart. |
Walk with honor and all,
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don't leave mercy
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Luck comes from the pole, right comes from the truth
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Spirit purifies you of flesh and bone
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Hey!
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Be an adventure in your loneliness so that you don't forget your cheekiness. |
cracks soul building plaster
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It's the stash of freedom that leaks shine
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If you can understand what you feel, the paint of life will spill
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I'm mine, I don't like it, compared to someone else
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What this worn out man sees is the melting sea of time.
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Right, when you say read, it doesn't come so you can read
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If you don't download the hat with understanding, it will not come out, the mullah's deception
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The rush of returning to the village is not the essence of the original. |
The one who mixes the mortar that made me a city
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my grandfather's trowel
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It was my father's tile and greed for money, which made him forget his shepherd, but the prayer of his table
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it was always a friend's tie
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Once upon a time Anatolia!
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Now Istanbul's plebeians
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"Kiro" says his fancy skunk behind his back.
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Ignorance has no time to learn, bra!
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It takes a long time to stand up…
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His field of green springs. |
Capital gains interest
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uranium pickaxe
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Erenler is the land of the talk, the end of the word
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You hang!
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Folk poets are the backbone of Anatolia...
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Oops!
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The stolen loot of true love
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Oops!
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We sacrificed heaven to bargain worship
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Oops!
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Your clothes get dirty as you hug a lie
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Oops!
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The more you eat your fur, the more the prudence of your soul connects
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Oops!
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The stolen loot of true love
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Oops!
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We sacrificed heaven to bargain worship
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Oops!
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Your clothes get dirty as you hug a lie
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Oops!
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The more you eat your fur, the more the prudence of your soul connects
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Come on, back to the original today. |
If you want to find the truth, rub it at people
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Do not open your eyes with knowledge, do not close your eyes. |
Let your word out of your mouth show you what it is
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your essence
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There are some ideas that attract people. |
There are some characters, the dishonor
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teaching
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There are some truths that dominate the past. |
In short, there is death, it comes without being seen.
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Even if you don't reveal your rank, he knows what's going on. |
Even if you hide yourself, where will you see
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that you stopped
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This world, which you flaunt, knows what you gave birth to. |
So let your outside be one
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let's get it right
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you have before
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Speaking the truth is about knowing yourself. |
You have faults like everyone else
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If you tare your essence, it will rain on your past
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If you can purify, you will whip your will
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Oops!
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The stolen loot of true love
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Oops!
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We sacrificed heaven to bargain worship
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Oops!
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Your clothes get dirty as you hug a lie
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Oops!
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The more you eat your fur, the more the prudence of your soul connects
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Oops!
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The stolen loot of true love
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Oops!
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We sacrificed heaven to bargain worship
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Oops!
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Your clothes get dirty as you hug a lie
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Oops!
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The more you eat your fur, the more the prudence of your soul connects |