| These guys are like gossips! |
| They're worse than all the bitches
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| Which you knew, but these are not ciphers!
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| These are not ciphers, because barely finding a way out
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| In the city from the station - I drive your numbers.
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| I'm in a leather jacket at home, hoarse.
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| You are in white panties.
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| But I didn't turn on my pussy hack -
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| I was myself, and you know how!
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| I'll rip them out like
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| Weeds and trample these stalks!
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| We are naked in the hut, but I don't want to fuck.
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| In the trash drunk, but I do not want to fuck!
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| Is there, is there any
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| But except for those that are in the song.
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| Yes, there is, I'm local -
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| So local that I can't
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| So drown the word "If" in the two of us.
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| Well, yes!
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| You're too good a reason to stay around,
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| But you're too much of a reason to drink!
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| You're too harsh a way to get out of the snot;
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| Scream...
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| The screams of the neighbors and your moan
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| From the fact that everything is so frank!
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| Get up off your knees, right!?
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| You got me intravenously...
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| She entered me intravenously, intravenously;
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| She entered me intravenously, intravenously;
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| She entered me intravenously, intravenously;
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| She entered me intravenously, intravenously.
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| This pain in her eyes, there is something in it -
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| After all, she, too, hears this whisper here.
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| Behind us again, about six shots,
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| But I didn't see the pole vault in this bitch.
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| This is fucking darkness! |
| In this you perished, brother!
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| Come on, *bani shrank style!
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| Only not such fights, she knew!
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| You are weak - it will be a memorial service.
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| Bitch, like Nina, with bows from the wake,
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| Ruins them ... and how, *lyat, cute!
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| She is on me in sour, as if I alone knew
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| Who in the area will give her an incentive.
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| You know my faith is exactly
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| Not a gift for people like you!
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| You are spinning in a waltz in front of me -
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| I hear the voice of my drugs.
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| And the image of her beauty...
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| I can not take it anymore; |
| Ready
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| Kill those damn kites.
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| Her lips are in codeine; |
| and I know it's on purpose.
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| She entered me intravenously, intravenously;
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| She entered me intravenously, intravenously;
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| She entered me intravenously, intravenously; |