Here behind the back of the city
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In the soul of everyone think poetics
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I saw death and laughter, bitch, drugs under rap
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I see it like this, are you fucking blinding me with light? |
You are not the sun
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My house doesn't believe in anyone
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I so want to be this first from the area who is for love
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I so want to be that I swear:
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Not a day on my street without suicidal thoughts, bitch
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Again inflated like lips
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Again they will find here in stupid humor fucked bastards, you fucked
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I'm not sleeping again, I'm blowing again
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Again I think
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Morning again, I blow again
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Is my world alive? |
Are you healthy? |
Do you need lyrics?
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Yard romantic, sneakers fucked up
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Here to say everything and stood on its side, assembled the frame
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I will always be there, I will always irrevocably
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And there are many stars in the sky,
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And there are many stars in the sky
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They burn, they burn, they burn,
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And instead of us there are so many tears
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So many tears
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And I will remain in you like a memory,
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And there are many stars in the sky,
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And there are many stars in the sky
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They burn, they burn, they burn,
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And instead of us there are so many tears
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So many tears
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And I will remain in you like a memory
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So little ash in these concrete castles
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The night sang softly, we met tomorrow
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They burned the body of truth in bonfires for breakfast
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Ate ripe pizdezh soaked up in one gulp
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Yau, what can you tell for the truth?
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If I see you are not who you want to be
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Drag your game across the floor
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We are baptized, but we never cross our fingers
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We need a show, clowning, bread and circuses
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There is a seam on my darling, parallel to me, do you believe?
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These poseurs are the target of my real shooting ranges
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I'm going where I was going, yes we are, you're aiming in vain
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For some, we are uncle, Zheka and dad
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Time flies like smoke and throws overboard
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In fact, the world is huge, ahead of it again
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I'm flying up, I'm not waiting for the plane to crash
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There behind the city, pieces of life, shores
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I left everything mom, ah, I left everything
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Where is salt water, damp land and winds
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I was cold and melted mom, ah, I was cold and melted
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Behind the back of the city, pieces of life, shores
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I left everything mom, ah, I left everything
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Where is salt water, damp land and winds
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I myself melted mom, oh, I melted myself |