| Model of the room in which I rotted
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| I am student life school
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| Haren gurra collapses memory
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| The end of my delicate leaves
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| Let the harmony sound. |
| pop-up mute
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| Either my Rap, either death, or the world, or the feza, neither my foe, nor my stealing, nor my production,
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| I don't care what destruction burn
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| secluded life always be ready and comfortable
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| Hayta Hilkat and heart hijama
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| Your journey is a swath of earth
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| murat lost in my laughter
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| Very Vital Rap Continuing
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| Cover me with marble, bury me, my everything is illusory
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| My delay time was this afternoon. |
| checkmate
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| Whore hell is your job to produce pain, what do you know, cold, trembling?
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| Your wish is to add salt and pepper to the pain
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| Kolo is an experienced subject. |
| Alone always calm and clear
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| It turns the bottom upside down. On top of that, it knocks down the pines. |
| taste knows
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| I don't care much when you smile
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| I don't know if you passed Bur
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| Who caught it, who cut it, who cooked it, who ate it?
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| I don't really care when you're laughing, it's hell to wake up alone
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| Since sleep is half death, it is night to my soul
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| I want to forget myself Days like dry leaves on the side of the road
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| months, years, memories, even my own era
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| You couldn't even keep my face, even my close circle, a secret anymore.
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| can we share it dearly?
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| The wind blew from Nothingness, death was sweeter than honey
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| Gubar-ı sorrow and suffering in my sprinkled dream
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| The Rap of my Cholera, you know, where is that old roll coat?
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| My father's soul escaped, come and see Rifat
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| My people speak their own language, smash
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| If it's easy, tell me!
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| Light up the headlights
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| Trying to cross the rookie
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| Did I say, "You are actually a feeling." The ghost suddenly disappeared
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| Do not finish tumbak in three meals on the 24th, and leave it all to your brother.
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| That's how we saw it from father, mother, tomorrow
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| Everything in your life is at the helm. |
| If you die one day, don't know from me
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| I obviously tied my neck to the balloon. |
| Now I've risen quite a bit
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| It was laid on you
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| I bring you greetings from the Dutchman William Tell
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| If you don't struggle, we'll be done soon if you listen to me
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| I want to forget myself Days like dry leaves on the side of the road
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| months, years, memories, even my own era
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| You couldn't even keep my face, even my close circle, a secret anymore.
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| can we share it dearly?
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| The wind blew from Nothingness, death was sweeter than honey
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| Gubar-ı sorrow and suffering in my sprinkled dream
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| The Rap of my Cholera, you know, where is that old roll coat?
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| My father's soul escaped, come and see Rifat
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| My people speak their own language, smash
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| If it's easy, tell me! |