| Every day there are things that are not ready,
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| you have to appreciate what you have, life is not velvet,
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| per second in depressed nails bitten,
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| what is here today may not remain tomorrow.
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| Do it so you can then say
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| that you really didn't want to fuck up what happened to you today,
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| broken knees, gebula sloping - tired,
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| you can't watch the smoke rise from the flame.
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| It just means that the rubble is made of stone,
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| from what you have built for years is pussy fucking,
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| what ?, burned, and nothing left,
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| you can draw what you want back.
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| Therefore, you appreciate what you have, you do not know what day it is last,
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| the second chance is not a fucking thing that happens another time,
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| teeth, nails, eyes, fists,
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| what my sea doesn't run between my fingers, away.
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| I know what to fuck and what to think about,
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| because everything I fuck is written to my account,
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| and if I don't pay, the turnstile won't let me go,
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| to the next round so I can't fail anymore.
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| … If I don't pay.ma will not let the turnstile… into the next round…
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| I can't fail…
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| Lost city, Papula without words,
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| the target is one million kilometers,
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| disgusting way far dirty,
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| can't be bypassed - fuck with deceit.
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| So it hurts all the more when you lose it all,
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| and these are the little things that change the whole story.
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| The turning point comes, it happens to anyone,
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| it's complicated how to put a rubik's cube together.
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| Broken arms, broken heart, broken spine, shocking
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| notifications to phone paralyzing.
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| As salt wounds, you don't care,
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| only strong pieces remain - the weak ones throw the pit,
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| and the one who is misunderstood is lost,
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| this is Separ, Rebel - Smart fucked.
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| Friend, remember, remember, because they are,
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| things inseparable, connected to you as a bond.
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| And when they're gone, you're sorry,
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| I will not give them what is mine, then the defense is an attack!
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| It's annoying, hard as cheap whiskey,
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| or how to kick the heels,
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| therefore beware, watch yourselves and your loved ones,
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| which will not deny help for fucking profits.
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| Only a blind unbeliever, not seeing where the steps lead,
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| knowledge changes scores as penalty kicks,
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| the system identifies nine out of ten
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| like everything you look at is made of oil.
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| People come, they go as invited guests,
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| constantly indifferent to things that are not enough,
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| from peace and tranquility, there is fear and anger,
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| I do not understand that what they have is not a matter of course.
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| … You take the blame for your actions… exactly… you take the blame…
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| guilt-guilt be-you take… you take fault for your actions…
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| exactly… you take on… -it’s just on you… on you…
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| Lyrics was added by CasperX
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| Text corrected by lussy12
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| Video was added by CasperX |