Freeze, I ran to the edge, I won't call again
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I'll open the locks with a pin, I'll go in, leaving the hinges intact
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The earth will definitely respect their name and cover them with a blanket
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The dawn will leave patterns with light on the excavated soil
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The portrait of the leader on the torpedo will freeze a little
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Laws, fines, requisitions, your constipation and children
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Flush already filled the head space with all this
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But it looked good as a scarlet spot on the parquet
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You have earned; |
For God's sake, pathos like Gandhi
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Even though you live like in Uganda
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I met my wife at the parade
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Not the point, Pavlodar or Kandahar
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After the third body lost count of cities
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A couple of corpses is also an audience
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My study sparkled with holes in the temples
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Freeze, I ran to the edge, I won't call again
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I'll open the locks with a pin, I'll go in, leaving the hinges intact
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The earth will definitely respect their name and cover them with a blanket
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The dawn will leave patterns with light on the excavated soil
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I taught geography at the places of terrorist attacks
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Hegemon before you stops tirades
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Gracefully chopped off her hands with a cleaver
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Your gluten-free wife and her friend
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Which year I wipe the borders of countries
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The passenger will provide me with coffee and blunt
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With a manicured brush, I will rip off the profit guarantor
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His big thank you is approximately eight carats
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Freeze, I ran to the edge, I won't call again
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I'll open the locks with a pin, I'll go in, leaving the hinges intact
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The earth will definitely respect their name and cover them with a blanket
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The dawn will leave patterns with light on the excavated soil
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And the scalps are piling up, for God's sake
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In my secret warehouse -
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Comb and stroke
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I can stop, but for what?
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Not the point, Pavlodar or Kandahar
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After the third body lost count of cities
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A couple of corpses is also an audience
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My study sparkled with holes in the temples
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Freeze, I ran to the edge, I won't call again
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I'll open the locks with a pin, I'll go in, leaving the hinges intact
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The earth will definitely respect their name and cover them with a blanket
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The dawn will leave patterns with light on the excavated soil |