| Cold shweppes on the table, choker in my sleeve
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| I-I-I-I don't see the truth
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| From the window I shoot at the world and exhale sweet smoke
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| Chewing chewing juicy fruit, next to Lali, hula hoop
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| Cold shweppes on the table, choker in my sleeve
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| I-I-I-I don't see the truth
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| From the window I shoot at the world and exhale sweet smoke
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| Chewing chewing juicy fruit, next to Lali, hula hoop
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| My eyes are closed, but I still see everything exactly
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| My tongue has been cut off since childhood, but they will hear me
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| I am buried in this hole, but there is always a way out
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| Hemming the coffin lid, bitch, a new star
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| My forts are dirty, blood on my jeans
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| What have you done to me? |
| and we live without principles
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| Yes, I will be a prince, even though I ate dirt
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| Yes, from rags to riches - this is my principle
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| Cold shweppes on the table, choker in my sleeve
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| I-I-I-I don't see the truth
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| From the window I shoot at the world and exhale sweet smoke
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| Chewing chewing juicy fruit, next to Lali, hula hoop
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| Cold shweppes on the table, choker in my sleeve
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| I-I-I-I don't see the truth
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| From the window I shoot at the world and exhale sweet smoke
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| Chewing chewing juicy fruit, next to Lali, hula hoop
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| Cold shweppes on the table, choker in my sleeve
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| I-I-I-I don't see the truth
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| From the window I shoot at the world and exhale sweet smoke
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| Chewing chewing juicy fruit, next to Lali, hula hoop
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| Cold shweppes on the table, choker in my sleeve
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| I-I-I-I don't see the truth
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| From the window I shoot at the world and exhale sweet smoke
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| Chewing chewing juicy fruit, next to Lali, hula hoop |