| From the heights of big houses
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| Down to the basement
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| The night will cover the horizon
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| PAHALADALA
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| Pink glasses, before my eyes
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| I see a pink sky pink sunset
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| Your money is down, the currency is in the ships
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| In your gang, a bitch, merges everyone
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| Crazy boys, cash to the ends of the earth
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| Dreams burn in the eyes, flying high
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| From the fucking ditch, into the black carriage
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| There are a million reasons (throw n @ dick district)
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| Staff in the window opening, into the cold and ice
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| Bouillon is boiled at the bottom without seeing the edges
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| There is an illegal law, but a high demand
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| The bitch wants the throne like a scarecrow brain (Biaachchch)
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| I'm a lost soul, a thousand problems
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| How to destroy myself, I know best
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| And on the knife's edge, we dance again
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| Here are my friends (deceit and cold)
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| The phone is not available, we go into the shadows
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| On the pages of newspapers, not my portrait
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| Bell not working, door closed
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| In a filthy tavern (I'm not there)
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| Staff in the window opening, into the cold and ice
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| Bouillon is boiled at the bottom without seeing the edges
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| There is an illegal law, but a high demand
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| The bitch wants the throne like a scarecrow brain
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| From the heights of big houses
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| Down to the basement
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| The night will cover the horizon
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| PAHALADALA |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Пахаладала , by - Пахала Дала. Song from the album Стейдж-дайвинг в могилу, in the genre Альтернатива