| Knocking down the teeth, clutching the hatred fed,
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| Having stolen devotion open with eyes, having removed that mountain from the shoulders, as if I am melting poison in the pores.
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| I am glad to argue, I fire, I keep the reaction, like a dog I keep my anger at the bone.
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| Screaming at the brush of fraternal bonds, just doing stupid things, the taste is fucking.
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| As the flux clicks, this habit, useless, plague, pout with armor.
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| Their ace brothers-strings how they bust mats, or the case when TATO blues is banging.
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| Is there a mistake in me?, I don’t know, you see, I think it’s better to get away from what you are treating about.
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| And then it starts to stir up, not realizing that you are aiming at jesters.
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| And here and there, like that mouse you are, there is no special reason to grin and stare
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| no more urine.
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| Dr*chet contingent. |
| What he wants, but cannot, he sharpens knives, but immediately blunts the sheath,
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| These are show-offs, however, but something needs to be done urgently, we need a whip, we need samosud,
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| You see, they themselves are days, there were boors here, there were ladies, be in the trash my farce with
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| bouquet of craniocerebral injuries
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| They would take it out, they would kill everything to x ** m, and someone else is holding on to etiquette,
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| woe to the one who gave the dinner.
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| Do not argue, when they heal in color, moo, mmm nod, but get confused in turns,
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| Listen to someone, they go over the ears when the graters over the souls,
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| The skins remained, the bitter core remained, whose place is in the garbage, and nothing more.
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| Persistent, brittle - by nature one, but different resonance of negative depths.
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| Heights and hollows, we will lay siege to first-class reptiles, we will break through a cloud of brands with a bassota behind
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| and spots.
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| It is the nobility whose outfits shine like neon, let's put a tone lower, imagine a whore
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| behind.
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| Chorus:
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| Like a dog I keep my anger bone, like a dog I keep my anger bone
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| Like a dog, I keep my anger at the bone, I will etch it out of the holes, I will shame it point-blank.
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| Like a dog I keep my anger bone, like a dog I keep my anger bone
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| Like a dog, I keep my anger at the bone, I will etch it out of the holes, I will shame it point-blank.
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| However, there are few signs, evidence and reasons to stick a beard where it doesn’t fit,
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| There is no need, the arguments are two-faced, you can’t go out by the type of template anymore.
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| Whose notes in their closed face and appearance are only meek disposition unfashionable now,
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| Do not give a move in the clinch, open the sky, son of what? |
| It's not worth being friends with this devil
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| in a veil.
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| Jackals also cry like children, but they hide the ends in the water;
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| listen to each other
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| To overcome those who pull a circle in the water, what do I care about frail bodies?
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| Dare to put up a pitchfork? |
| Did you manage to survive in the mud? - apparently people with strength.
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| Time sharpens fangs, heals wounds, scars will be deep.
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| It's too early to laugh, they will cry, I keep anger like a dog. |