What is money? |
Only small papers
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Fold origami until you get scared
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Alas, the devil is in the details and joy, doubts
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Doesn't arise, but what happens when they don't?
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Magic, Kubo rolled out the ball, he takes on a tactical move
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I won’t find any profit for you on a coupon, the disadvantaged have everything clean
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Assembles the subway on the board, we have a thousand proven schemes
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In skinny Moscow, it's not fun...
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I infiltrate the game, collect rewards, where to honor & co
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The sticker pack fell off the shelf, buy it. |
For a long time on computers - the virus is pouring
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So he fell into the taverns and into the glass, for the donated feces. |
Beetle or sun?
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How is it madam? |
cool here and there, but in the light is a monster
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The apotheosis of krinzh, where you will be very sorry for yourself. |
(it's already late)
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Crassula is human. |
Ban on promises
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Lies are dripping down my ears, a lease sign is on my neck
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We looked out into the light, there - castling, exchange
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And now the rider, his legs chatter imperceptibly
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Offer, give. |
And the choice is not great
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Now also a donor, calmly, don't cry
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It is always more comfortable at home under a dedicated country line
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Until the dotted line is pulled together, until the motive is jammed
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Offer, give. |
And the choice is not great
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Now also a donor, calmly, don't cry
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It is always more comfortable at home, under a dedicated line of the country
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Until the dotted line is pulled off, until there is something to trace
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The donor will be touched by a black dream
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Relapse brings karma
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And all the problems on the face
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The tattoo machine will reflect
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The beginning of trouble, I introduce the beginning like smoke, I make my way and here it is pain
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Commercialism will drag you deeper, but I continue to support
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Through the level, to you fools. |
breaking the law
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I understand, however, that a coin from a children's game causes pain for life
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And now she takes control of the process
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The evil one leads away, not even an eyebrow is pulled
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With holy hands we carry the burden to the cradle
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In which the son changes into a balabol
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Head goes numb, time has shown
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That morphine pus was thrown into your veins
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I'll get there. |
Goals, let it be sadder
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Than scenes. |
if the coin was hitherto with me
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I take it, throw it in the attic
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All your safes are on key
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Recorded in flaps
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Passwords. |
It hooks you
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Bitch yes how is it
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I would like to do better
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But it will come out as always |