I am unpleasant to myself to the maximum,
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What to say about others???
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I hate people for a long time.
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And it turns out that I take egoists for mine
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Only the goal is important here and nothing more.
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Today it's impossible
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Buses don't run anymore
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The routes are abandoned, you only believe in yourself
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My voice is squeezed, it's not just
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I'm suffocating, give me fresh air
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And now the intermission is in my head
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Digging inside yourself is not just "facts"
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Do you want to be like everyone else
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Make your way to laughter, so that the soul is visible,
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But oxygen in a dream, let's rest after,
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In the meantime, you need to run!
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Pain in the head
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On the hands of soot and blood that will never disappear
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I shoot at point blank range with lines that will never be revealed in songs
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We fight with those for whom it is useless to knock
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call the hearse
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911 won't help here. |
I'm going to ram
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I see moonlight. |
Darkness at the end of the tunnel
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She whispers in her ear: "Just don't look back"
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Just one moment - you have to run
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On the side there is a gradient and a judgmental look
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A new day has come, which means a new glass
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We poison the pain that is inside, but for now
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Only that shadow moves with you into a new day
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No matter how someone attacks
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But the light will go out sooner or later
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"Do the job while the air is clean"
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That's all I hear in my head
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On the contrary, my shadow has eclipsed my purpose
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On the touch, crawling, eyes closed
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If you see - you are lucky, there is no faith in tears
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After all, 911 will not help here
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The only way is to ram
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Pain in the head
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On the hands of soot and blood that will never disappear
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I shoot at point blank range with lines that will never be revealed in songs
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We fight with those for whom it is useless to knock
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call the hearse
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911 won't help here. |
I'm going to ram |