We melted like a candle
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It was firmly in place
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Qasemi, pen, lock, decisive, peak, qaf
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We are not going to die now
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We are right in the basement, but not the body, darling
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Infectious disease, my brain is sicker than my body
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I remember when the alphabet fell on my feet
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Yeah Park dirt with familiar back pockets
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See this game like Moss's ship
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Ace and pass more than the ice merchant
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Vaisa, stop free
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We hit the minister, you think
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You hit the ball, but well, Ali is smarter than you
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Before at the end of the valley, he lined up the grave money
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Plus that night in the valley
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So do not worry after your death, comrade
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Little by little your wife is sick, mental jump
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One of the most carnivores in the East
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To the most glands of the pill and round the West
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They take what I say, sit down and see
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Let's put a table under the basement to lay the basement on the table
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Turn the page so that sweat flows from your forehead
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The secret of ugly bass is clear
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Why do you stay in place from morning till night
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Jatun hot and cold peaked
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Full of trouble, suffering, sorrow and points
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It's not your job, we are the man of difficult times
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Do you want to come with us?
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No, that's not your job
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There is not a shred of wisdom in the gentleman's behavior
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No, not your bar
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Thanks to our efforts
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Statue of God
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We seek the theme, the shadow for comfort
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But the wet night is your place
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Yes, Dada, we also melted like a candle, our Japanese became strong
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Once upon a time, the world belonged to Montana
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Who eats it, now it belongs to your sultan
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He was in the story
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It is unlikely that you can even touch the crown, stop
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We sell packs and you eat ice packs
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Eat the glands, fill the pocket
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Because we want to describe our lives ourselves
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German car, with Jane Armani
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Cavali and canal shirt
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My song by Mahdiar with Iranian instruments
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There is no problem because it is full of carnivores behind us
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But whatever goes left to our post
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The moon pill is still shining in the morning
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Fathers
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Shah Boys Road Haraz for sodomy
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Not that they are gay, no
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This is Baqis' thought
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This is heaven
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No one is exempt from jumping in love
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So, my brother Basijam, do not be hard on me
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There is no news about the Velvet Coup
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Because you cook in a beautiful place from night to morning
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Gold time, why not tan?
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Targets just a few barrels of duff
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This is all the truth, baby, do not swear at me
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Do you want to come with us?
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No, that's not your job
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There is not a shred of wisdom in the gentleman's behavior
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No, not your bar
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Thanks to our efforts
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Statue of God
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We seek the theme, the shadow for comfort
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But the wet night is your place |