Your house all seems to me the same faceless
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Your relatives in the house are still disturbed by screams (neighbors from below)
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Let's throw out everything that seemed so wild to you from your pretty head
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After all, I know when you're fucking, although I can't always find evidence
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My eyes don't glow, they're just glare
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Spontaneous, like firing on chiki-bricks
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Tricky whispers to the fullest in the hut
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We have chicks here, not chicks,
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But as dumb as parts of fagots in one more click
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With sweet pee a la Robin Thicke
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Forget about funny Adik
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After all, I'm dying in a circle while you crush your smile in the classics
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At the junction of layers, every day is a day off, but not every weekend
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Where Yurik hangs out whitefish for me, taking out all four Cricket from his pocket
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And maybe I could even learn to play cricket
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To make this city a wonderland on the river
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But he is also on a too short charging leash
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So I pack all the memory of you into this gray briquette without looking back at the past
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Dream after another dream
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Where the whole world was just like a backdrop
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And sometimes I dream of that house (That house)
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That house (that house), and who is in it,
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But I don't dream anymore
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I don't dream anymore
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I don't dream anymore
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(Absolutely, bitch)
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Fall like a downed swan over a dry lake
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While I'm being bulldozed
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Post all your life in a pose with a poser
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I'm into you with a pen (Bitch)
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After all, I fell to the floor, got up
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Cyborg messed up, made a choice
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Wandered alone in a dream, looking for yours among tags and holes
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Without getting out of other people's apartments
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Adika loves your bitches but hates their brains
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Goes out with them from longing, wants to go to his Leninsky
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(Any opinion? Throw off)
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Do gloves change so often? |
I was just looking for you
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Indian friend has a mind to be smoked
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Junior Squeak-Squeak has a penchant for getting fucked up
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The fallen world makes noise to me, but I put it on silent mode
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After all, you can become quickly sold, but not bought,
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But I don't dream anymore
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Dream after another dream
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Where the whole world was just like a backdrop
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And sometimes I dream of that house (That house)
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That house (that house), and who is in it,
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But I don't dream anymore
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I don't dream anymore
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I don't dream anymore
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(Absolutely, bitch) |