| I will read about you out of spite
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| And the depth of my words
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| All of them will be hooked by the saying "again"
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| I'll read them about you again to spite
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| Long time no dreamer
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| Trying in vain to sleep
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| I will read, I will read about you out of spite
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| And the depth of my words
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| All of them will be hooked by the saying "again"
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| I'll read them about you again to spite
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| Long time no dreamer
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| Trying in vain to sleep
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| I am constantly busy with something else, but this is the essence of words
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| Hidden in a mental slot
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| We treat, we bury ourselves in the craft
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| It is important to always carry somewhere
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| Someone is firing from these illuminated photos
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| Rays of the past - from her eyes of reflectors
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| Here I come, I found the back door
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| Now I'll stand out from other dudes
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| listen to me carefully
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| I have learned a lot
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| I skillfully throw in glitch faces
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| Sang kilometers minutes
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| I changed my heart, which hurts on the left under the collarbone
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| He boasted of a fastened chick on a petlyak
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| Hello my fans!
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| Cola and chips for everyone
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| On my soul. |
| What's to be trifled with?
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| Conscience fires from the darkness - a she-wolf
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| Another year I leaf through mimics with arrogance
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| It's getting dark again today
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| I'm not with them, but we are all drawn by an overexposed photograph |
| They didn't explain to me, they said - you are a lyricist
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| While in the head there the spleen is spinning the Gelik
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| There, a knowledgeable person alone writes on the Internet - I'm mediocre
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| The second one says that I'm a genius, straight to the point
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| Let's share and throw
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| And we will be silent even longer than Kenny
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| Glance into the cupcake
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| A bunch of junk they don't need is surrounded here by our shore
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| It pins us
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| Legs are steps. |
| Views - on the spiers
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| I'm obviously superfluous in this foreign land
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| Hands in pockets. |
| Glances - on the backs
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| Something is boring here, fuck, in your world
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| I will read about you out of spite
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| And the depth of my words
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| All of them will be hooked by the saying "again"
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| I'll read them about you again to spite
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| Long time no dreamer
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| Something I'm trying to sleep
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| I will read, I will read about you out of spite
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| And the depth of my words
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| All of them will be hooked by the saying "again"
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| I'll read them about you again to spite
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| Long time no dreamer
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| Something I'm trying to sleep
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| And we are lost in the photo library behind the shadows
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| With those nondescript faces
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| We will become one of those who did not understand success
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| Who did not laugh, who is faster than all the arrows
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| Who has not left the affairs of these scorched bodies
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| I'm interested in your world
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| I wonder who survived all the juices from old vaginas |
| Catch up with me thrown fireplace of St. Jude
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| Find yourself at a crossroads so that you know all the troubles from where
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| In ourselves we will forget habits and names
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| My youth is an old bitch and it's me
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| And on a November morning, I will throw that stone
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| Into the back of oneself going into the distance
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| Why is there a blood clot in my head filled with stupidity
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| Throws us into prison, throws witticisms so that the coffin will eat us
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| Lowered into this clay cellar
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| Not for me alone, kilowatts of advisers sang heating
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| Finding shovels for pain in the steppe or degree - do not care
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| Your lips are cold, kiss me to death, youth
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| Deceive me with your voice, fuck me hard and completely
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| I'm calm fucked up and peace will not be shaken by anyone
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| In this life we play with death, bitch, guess which hand
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| I will read about you out of spite
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| And the depth of my words
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| All of them will be hooked by the saying "again"
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| I'll read them about you again to spite
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| Long time no dreamer
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| Trying in vain to sleep
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| I will read, I will read about you out of spite
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| And the depth of my words
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| All of them will be hooked by the saying "again"
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| I'll read them about you again to spite
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| Long time no dreamer
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| Trying in vain to sleep |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Назло, artist - Ресторатор. Album song Непопулярное мнение, in the genre Русский рэп