| We choose this business for centuries
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| Let hope be far away
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| The stars predicted this for us, yes
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| Let it not be given a little
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| Don't distract me I'm busy
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| I don't give up, but this is an exam for me
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| All the situation will put in place
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| Who was wrong, he never tried to see the truth for a moment,
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| And honest words fell into my hands
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| There were a lot of them, so I could count them on my fingers
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| I don't believe in the truth, in spirit
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| I can't stand it if it's white as coal in hell
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| I need Doomsday on Dumskaya
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| Cross-country set with Gabonese
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| A discreet little island in the Caribbean
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| Let's fold the cards, remove the pawns
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| Our checkers are in kings, if tails under the eagle
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| Together is easier than against
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| I chose this path in vain
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| And now it's clear
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| On fingers, ninja, I counted my friends
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| There are two free ones left, no ideas to fill in
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| If the situation is moderate enough
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| The last attempt is to recalculate in an average
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| We are that shit that gets drunk on itself
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| I have not knitted a bast in my life
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| I prefer sauconi
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| And worse than rap in Russia there are so many cereals,
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| But asphalt is all nonsense, since Russian laws are in the swamp,
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| And high above us the stars are pouring light
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| The majority understands us, but we do not see it
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| Staring at the screens of gadgets, how is it
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| Life is short like a fuse and set it on fire
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| And monogamy doesn't seem like an option to me
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| Among strangers I feel not accepted
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| Notification labels are getting more and more annoying
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| Under the guise of laziness I hide what I have not accumulated aspirations for
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| Do you want to be in my shoes, in kind?
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| I'll send you their numbers, don't even think
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| After all, I walked through them as a pilgrim while I was hungry
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| I scooped out all the juices with a cold ladle
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| We choose this business for centuries
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| Let hope be far away
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| The stars predicted this for us, yes
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| Let it not be given a little
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| Don't distract me I'm busy
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| I don't give up, but this is an exam for me
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| All the situation will put in place
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| Who was wrong, he never tried to see the truth for a moment,
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| And honest words fell into my hands
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| There were a lot of them, so I could count them on my fingers |