While time flies and inside the war,
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And we are the second generation of beats
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Everything is up to the pussy and the head does not want to work
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I feel like a forgotten Tamagotchi
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At zero
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Would rather drown
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What was nearby shatters into pixels
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At the peak, like a waterfall of emotions
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Will break my dams, but no one is to blame
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And never, never think, don't be afraid, don't love,
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But sometimes, sometimes adrenaline rushes into my head
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And the meaning will be found, a little later, in the sewer
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I'm the fastest, even though I wasn't born in the Wild West
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There is also no way out
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I'm running and time is running out like jpeg
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This is nonsense, this is a cage and fluently like a dream
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And I'm like a squirrel in a wheel or like a squirrel with a wheel
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I don’t understand that then I crumble to pieces
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My dear, I repent, let go
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Expressing my thoughts incorrectly
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I'm one hundred percent discharged, and I'm waiting for you, my electra
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This is a riot
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And on the boat to the aquarium
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I beat my head against hopelessness like Super Mario
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And then it became even less sense
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My beat is not like a game, my beat is like a generation
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My beat is not like a game, my beat is like a generation
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My beat is not like a game, my beat is like a generation
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And breaking into pieces
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Partially more often
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To pieces to cracks
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We are the second generation bit
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And breaking into pieces
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Partially more often
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To pieces to cracks
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We are the second generation bit
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And breaking into pieces
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Partially more often
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To pieces to cracks
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We are the second generation bit
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And breaking into pieces
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Partially more often
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To pieces to cracks
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We are the second generation bit
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No one will save me, and I'm lost in time
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And the flywheel jammed, and perception broke
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Got it, great
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I'm in absolute darkness with a single match
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No matter how much you struggle with problems
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I just look like I'm on the cover of Burroughs
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And my muse is merciless, has already taken everything
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And mirrors only crumble from a swollen face
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Poor girls, boys
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Pointing at the sky with a finger
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Cursed, but still
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Waiting for salvation from nowhere
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But everything will be the other way around again and that's it
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Whom he loved, they will spin in a fiery round dance
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And death is coming, but it will not come alone
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My battle with myself is my nuclear war
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And there are no guilty, just as there are no accused
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And we are full of love, and the sky will kiss us with rockets
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Reconciliation is far away and I drown myself
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And my body is a testing ground,
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And the coordinates are not given, and we stupidly live in the moment
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We litter only the Russian field of experiments
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And no less questions
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We are not a bit like a game, we are a bit like a generation
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We are not a bit like a game, we are a bit like a generation
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We are not a bit like a game, we are a bit like a generation
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And breaking into pieces
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Partially more often
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To pieces to cracks
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We are the second generation bit
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And breaking into pieces
|
Partially more often
|
To pieces to cracks
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We are the second generation bit
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And breaking into pieces
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Partially more often
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To pieces to cracks
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We are the second generation bit
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And breaking into pieces
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Partially more often
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To pieces to cracks
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We are the second generation bit |