I will leave my native land, I will jump into the old pedals
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I'll look back imperceptibly, because there the crows trembled
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Cut off bronchial dusty air, the tip of Damascus steel
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To reach the end, and the rest is just details
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I would like Poison Ivy as a girlfriend
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The climate does not favor, I, like everyone else, will be rubbed into gravel here
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Doom is dancing, and draws a plan, if only we could live up to the warmth
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The old mind leads our clan, the roof rides, yes it leaked
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Burning black foam rubber with the tip of a spear
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Locked in the royal crypt, felling like Avalon
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Too much oxygen I'll blow a couple of waves of smoke
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Let's comb the chronicle of a clumsy life under a gallon
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I will leave my native land, I will jump into the old pedals
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I'll look back imperceptibly, because there the crows trembled
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Cut off bronchial dusty air, the tip of Damascus steel
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To reach the end, and the rest is just details
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This is my dreary land (this is my dreary land)
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Failed through the textures than those life is not a fucking game
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There's a crusade, let's see who's a renegade
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I always carry a compass so as not to confuse the coast
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I'll burn the rubber, I'll stop the sneaker
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In the muddy waters of the eyes, glare
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It flies into the ears in an instant, this fat bass is wild
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If this is a kite, then it will definitely be sneaky
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I’ll fuck with a clear kick, otherwise everyone here has faded
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I will leave my native land, I will jump into the old pedals
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I'll look back imperceptibly, because there the crows trembled
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Cut off bronchial dusty air, the tip of Damascus steel
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To reach the end, and the rest is just details |