| Dear friend of mine
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| Tell me about the most insidious groove
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| To create a person from a tramp, throwing a chiton on, how can Be Good?
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| Also post proof
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| After all, they will not understand, As with a satisfied facade
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| By the day, not a normal road will pull (at) the beak of the indicator
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| And the people play this game - having created a club of incomprehensible rules
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| Interest embraced the capture and the branch programs will lead into the world of servants. |
| Recruit
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| Already a heliporter - satisfied and stupid. |
| Is the uterus tearing into a mouthpiece for the truth?
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| In it, from the outskirts, a flag and a broom will lead into the sacred grandmother's work
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| Trampled advice in the hands
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| Where kansas city shuffle - fashion will be clearly pinker
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| My mantra is your infirmary
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| After all, my mother said from the roof for the crowd to go upstairs
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| Welcome to the acting cycle
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| It will capture the heat in the sky there will be this sign
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| Yes, even if it is pathetic, but the star does not burn in the forehead
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| We can’t sit far... There is hypocrisy...
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| Pieces of a coil, a collective image who are you?
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| Report directly to the forehead. |
| I don't understand why these attacks are nonsense
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| And fly the petal, where peace reigns, the moan is justified from the figures
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| Under the augur so cool dead winter oath of mercy manna spring
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| With society - do not fight
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| Maryokha nihilist dreamed of becoming a white crow all his life
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| Rejected by a predatory grin
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| Not realizing that the thought of a native and spicy conclusion was rinsing down
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| The lady desires delight
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| It's hard to talk about it
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| When the engine of every feat, strictly
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| Toxicosis as cyanide
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| And changes the uterine role under witticisms
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| Genre intrigue favors
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| Reaching the goal, reap with worn feet
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| The gift is on the blood
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| Loaded starter measures tidy after the fact
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| Against the background of akhtung and salary on the bank
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| The password is justified, no matter how close you bark
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| Free, sanctum, tighten my nut
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| An unimportant factor will cost a gift
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| In the abyss of muggle spheres harnessed folder
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| The point is not in the matter of troubles,
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| And look at the path leading back
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| Welcome to the acting cycle
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| It will capture the heat in the sky there will be this sign
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| Yes, even if it is pathetic, but the star does not burn in the forehead
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| We can’t sit far... There is hypocrisy... |