Be ready it will open your head without a corkscrew
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Dish served back not sold to the feet on the stairs
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From the bottom I don't know where
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Definitely not up or down, but I don’t really delve into
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Frames flickering is not visible, I turn on the far
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The main thing is to see the eyes, the two sides of the coin,
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Life is a wild rally
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Someone is playing with us, maybe there is neither hell nor heaven,
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But there is a God, I know
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Someone jumps from the roof and stays alive
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And who gets hit in the head with a bat in the arch,
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And villas, someone all his life on the ciphers of words and numbers,
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And for me life itself is a cipher, a complex cipher
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I'm not a star and my everyday life is like that of many,
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I can fall asleep without washing my feet
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I don't give a fuck about all the bullshit on the net
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If you want something, dial and bring
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I'm not a tough type, scumbag boys
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I love music with all my heart and brain
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More often not catchy than greyhound, home late
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Chernihiv weather permanent autumn
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I don't spoil my nose if someone asks
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My own in courses under what and where I wear
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After a night of courage, I can get up at eight, kind of cheerful,
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And everything is somehow not very good.
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And this is something that terpils cannot understand in nature
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From the bottom of my heart to everyone who respects,
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And it's gray not to understand in kind
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From the heart to all those who blow.
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And this is something that terpils cannot understand in nature
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From the bottom of my heart to everyone who respects,
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And it's gray not to understand in kind
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From the heart to all those who blow.
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It happened that the kidneys were beaten off, many had
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Sometimes there was not even such bread,
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What's going on in this fucking world
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And I'm glad that there is, I remember what it was
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My area is surrounded on two sides by garages
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Garbage settled through the wall, did not wait
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Here you can hear the sound of trains and planes taking off,
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Bottles at the factory and screams on the spans.
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Smoke flies from the ceiling, I write
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Corrected with a cap, sometimes I sharpen in a shooter,
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I hate muddy mornings and calls at night,
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I love Karina very much and hard meatballs.
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Detective bitches gone
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I remember Caste - Hound and juicy meatball
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The truth is like boiling water and we go over bumps
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It was scalded, someone was yelling, and I was stupid in silence.
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And this is something that terpils cannot understand in nature
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From the bottom of my heart to everyone who respects,
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And it's gray not to understand in kind
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From the heart to all those who blow.
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And this is something that terpils cannot understand in nature
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From the bottom of my heart to everyone who respects,
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And it's gray not to understand in kind
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From the heart to all those who blow. |