| Everything has been scattered for you, this is a country
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| Where you were thrown more than once yo, this is a country
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| Who gives us education? |
| Country only
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| And it remains under the beats for me only to suffer
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| Everything has been scattered for you, this is a country
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| Where you were thrown more than once yo, this is a country
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| Who gives us education? |
| Country only
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| And it remains under the beats for me only to suffer
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| They gave me life, but they did not give instructions
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| Destiny is a bicycle, pressing the pedals would not be blown away
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| I have a map, but which way should I go?
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| And thoughts of my load on the hump vloka I'm torn
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| Who is the dumbass here, and who is the adequate one here?
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| Repeatedly mistaken brain is already my wadded
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| The path is still thorny, I walk not fast
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| Mom said that there is a spark in Sere Mishko
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| And squeezing me, letting me go on a long journey
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| I miss my mother, nostalgia sometimes hammers here
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| Do not pass obstacles if there is no brother nearby
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| If the curl of evil is tangled, look for a strand of goodness there
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| I want to take and cry, but even cry for a fee
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| Who here did from the heart, ungrateful to you
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| I realized that you can’t make friends with everyone, it’s not in the guy’s plans
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| To whom our whole life is like dough
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| Everything has been scattered for you, this is a country
|
| Where you were thrown more than once yo, this is a country
|
| Who gives us education? |
| Country only
|
| And it remains under the beats for me only to suffer
|
| Everything has been scattered for you, this is a country
|
| Where you were thrown more than once yo, this is a country
|
| Who gives us education? |
| Country only
|
| And it remains under the beats for me only to suffer
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| Just suffer...
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| Everything has been scattered for you, this is a country
|
| Where you were thrown more than once yo, this is a country
|
| Who gives us education? |
| Country only
|
| And it remains under the beats for me only to suffer
|
| Everything has been scattered for you, this is a country
|
| Where you were thrown more than once yo, this is a country
|
| Who gives us education? |
| Country only
|
| And it remains under the beats for me only to suffer
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| Suffer... Suffer... Suffer... |