| In gardens of stars
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| Lives turnstile
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| In his life, sports
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| Touched every nerve
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| Make an exit in the morning
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| And at lunchtime, download the press
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| With boys under Misha
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| drink kefir
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| But he is lonely and hurt
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| To see a light in which they do not understand
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| Be the savior of all
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| Chorus:
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| Life is going
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| Through empty yards
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| Give a bench press every morning
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| Be respected by girls
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| Do not be sad and do not lose heart
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| Horizontal bar how God saved you,
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| But you went out without life,
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| But he was a merry fellow
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| Booze smoked, danced
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| You kept the area
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| The barn broke you
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| Vasya, exhale, another approach, shake a couple of times,
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| and then take yours to the parahodik,
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| you ride it, and then do push-ups on it a couple of times
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| show that you are a kid, not a faggot
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| with friends you are now in authority, you are respected
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| in the yard both adults and children, and grandmothers buzz%
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| what a cool son, he remembers sports, he is alive,
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| like a Soviet savok.
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| while your friends are burning at parties
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| Do you listen to Mishan Mavashi on vinyl records
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| you play dominoes and hate shit
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| Do you want to be taller faster stronger
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| under the idols from YouTube you masturbate in the toilet
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| children can do the same task
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| you just give them time and don't let them go to school
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| hang them on bars and don't give Coca-Cola
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| You loved the girl
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| And she smokes and drinks
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| And the vagina is spitting beer
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| And in nicotine the whole mouth
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| You dress her
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| In your branded Adidas
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| And now this chick
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| Just right for you
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| It's fashionable to be an athlete
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| Stylish and no need to shoot money,
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| It's an honor to walk and hand out cunts
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| Chorus:
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| you bring her to the house and take off your adidas
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| she looks at you, you are just a relief class
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| and two hands slide over the body as if in a porn movie
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| her body exudes the smell of vanilla
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| she kisses you on the lips and on the verge of excitement,
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| and you have only exercises in your mind
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| and hugging her with your arms, you stuck her off the bend
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| and the little girl is jealous of all the victims of the genocide right now
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| to dispel her torment you grab her in your hands
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| and fuck three times 10 from the chest french press
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| your body won't help, it won't save you from separation
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| just don't hit us hard anyway we'll run away |