| For all such a cruel world
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| Why should we live in it without love?
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| I see support ahead
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| Feeling breeds relapse
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| And so on the edge, the pain wakes up
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| She is with me forever
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| In the grave, let it be with one foot,
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| But I will absorb love concentrate
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| And what about me? |
| I am forever sober
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| Clear, hard eyes
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| Experiment - ecstasy, lesbian
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| Oozing from someone's words
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| And reaps, the fruit of fetters
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| I chose this path myself
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| Called a fool
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| Won't even be offended
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| I would sing to Lazarus stronghold
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| Breaking patterns of becoming
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| For those without a gloomy preview
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| Will catch up with horror, shadow and fear
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| And I will call love for an hour
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| After all, I couldn’t start it like that
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| Banknotes will replenish cravings
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| Utopia is not juice - urine
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| I was told that sadness will wrap
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| But I vomit blood again
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| The pressure is waiting for the grandchildren
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| Candidates in line to join us at HR
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| Cut out the entire genealogy
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| Copypast and so on to print
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| I wouldn't dare waste them here,
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| But every soul is already broken
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| Here's heaven, do you want to die? |
| choose
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| The deviant is drowning in the thickness of the wine - piderast
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| Do not give up your hands - after all, the law lays a veil
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| Propaganda table - bubbles or curtsy
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| The number of serenades planted - you're not to blame
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| The feast will lure you to the goal, even if you are not a movie buff
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| The ether has finished, it's time for the pheromones to leave ...
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| In someone's hands, the needs of the leaf sucks
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| You are a mountain. |
| (Ho) Hold on and pray
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| Is love evil? |
| - sectarian, satanist
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| Suddenly you fall into a chill and do not feel the brush
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| Drawing fate at random - foul and fisting
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| Where I am unsightly and every second world
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| Passing blizzards, dreams of a faithful wife...
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| Where is your every hint, not fatal
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| After all, it will go straight into the bulletproof vest
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| I knew what the story was about
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| I am the banner of those crying for icons
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| I have the right to be not myself
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| When Cupid Invades |