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
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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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Just 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
|
Who gives us education? |
Country only
|
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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Suffer... Suffer... Suffer... |