I open the door to the cellar, Khan again,
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The format is typical, a bunch of bugs, firewood and shit.
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My appearance is epic, as an intriguer I am smart and bold,
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Dick in the pit of the vulgar, fishing for the country.
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The brothel fonit with velvet, all in exotic,
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I'm easy on the mind like they are, the weight is on the cell,
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Nameless homeless child with a burden of pain through the mud,
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Show me someone who can take out more.
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On the front table is a drunken, nervous fatality.
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Fountains of filth splash from there for that.
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Zero control it, what is it to us?
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In a crowd we hit zero, we hit how the body of a veil paints prostitutes.
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Pit stop, one hundred type, smoke, Romchik, stop.
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Give hope, maiden, to those who know the world, to us.
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Chorus:
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Zaya, help me. |
Give Paradise.
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While melting and melting, melting and melting, glaciers are melting.
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Zaya, help me. |
Give Paradise.
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And let them melt and melt, melt and melt, glaciers melt.
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Zaya, help me. |
Give Paradise.
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While melting and melting, melting and melting, glaciers are melting.
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Zaya, help me. |
Give Paradise.
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And let them melt and melt, melt and melt, glaciers melt.
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Let a sip of wine light a fire inside.
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Come rogue, accept pilgrimage.
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Close your chest...
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No matter how wonderful Sarah is,
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But I ask you to take it off.
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And crush, throw it into the hall
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And crush your ass hard to me
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Clean hand, the idol sees everything
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He will pay for the pain.
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Let beauty fall down from your shoulders
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Don't skimp on the body, show me your lower belly.
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Nothing hurts miracles like your dance from heaven
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Let the ringing golden one roll towards you.
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If I don't taste you, I won't,
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A priestess of love and a child of the Buddha.
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I will give a lot, even though I am weak for God,
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Where are you, marvelous virgins, I am your slave.
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Chorus:
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Zaya, help me. |
Give Paradise.
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While melting and melting, melting and melting, glaciers are melting.
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Zaya, help me. |
Give Paradise.
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And let them melt and melt, melt and melt, glaciers melt.
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Zaya, help me. |
Give Paradise.
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While melting and melting, melting and melting, glaciers are melting.
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Zaya, help me. |
Give Paradise.
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And let them melt and melt, melt and melt, glaciers melt.
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Your eyes hide many secrets
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But the sighted one says just give.
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Who do you see in your dreams, who do you serve?
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Who are you circling in the barn? |
I see here only a collar and drool.
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Universal deceit or dead temper,
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What is this temple of unleashed rights?
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Among drunken ladies, in a pool of spicy herbs,
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We will spend us on the cause of fun.
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Feet in a quagmire, if God holds them,
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They are God's servants.
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In splashes of sweat and sweet wine,
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As I wanted, it means that Satan is somewhere nearby. |