| From an early age, tutors, sections ... In the rattle of school bells
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| They took away childhood, handed tests, crooked Thursday templates ...
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| Every day you piss in their ears with a lead stream of lies
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| You teach life with a smart fucker, but you yourself have not learned how to live!
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| Get off the kids!
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| Children so want to be children!
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| Get off the kids!
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| Do not dare to destroy their fragile world!
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| Get off the kids!
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| Whatever you do, but, alas,
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| Children do not want to be what they once dreamed of, but you never became!
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| Get off the kids!
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| Rusha fortress of chairs, what will you give in return?
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| Climbing career ladders in a corporate prison!
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| What's next for them?
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| Dusty cages of apartments and open-air cages of workshops!
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| Let the children, at least in their childhood, live without collars and shackles!
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| Get off the kids!
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| Children so want to be children!
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| Get off the kids!
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| Do not dare to destroy their fragile world!
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| Get off the kids!
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| Whatever you do, but, alas,
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| Children do not want to be what they once dreamed of, but you never became!
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| Get off the kids!
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| From an early age they were scared with crosses, dragged through dirty churches,
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| They instilled fear, sang fatality, farting loudly on the sofa ...
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| Erupting with diarrhea of shameful laws in the name of dead orphans
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| With the same hand, you jerk off and shut up the kids, damn it!
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| Get off the kids!
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| Children so want to be children!
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| Get off the kids!
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| Do not dare to destroy their fragile world!
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| Get off the kids!
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| Whatever you do, but, alas,
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| Children do not want to be what they once dreamed of, but you never became!
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| So you didn't!
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| So you didn't!
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| So you didn't!
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| Get off the kids! |