Beat yourself
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fit yourself
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Sound kick, I
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Quietly we walk to freedom, alas, this shore is dull
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Imperceptibly, with apprehension, we will lay flowers at her cradle
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Smoke will settle in the lungs, the wind is an accomplice - covers up traces
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An escape ripens in the head, but there is no hiding from the malice of the pale heel
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A dream is a hooligan, she runs away from me, anticipating everything in a routine like Vanga
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Evil tongues on the way, like those of Danko's companions, their essence is only to bark
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Society is rudimentary, the label on you is their tool within
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They sacredly believe in their own shit as if they had just come out of the Ganges,
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And tomorrow they will appreciate that flatness of digital walls without secret covenants,
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But today, each of their attacks will serve as raw material for our mental fortress
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Alone, our path is long, only Tolkien knows, the pack is not led
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I leave you bread crumbs, but the boars are full, the herd is eaten
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Vulnerability coefficient, as if our difference formula
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Love is divided into hatred, in particular in different proportions,
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And I just wanted you to like it, (Ran) ran smoothly around the beat,
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But now I see the difference, your ashes flutter in the wind
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Give me those strengths to convey voices in verse
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In weightlessness, the mind is full of, and you wake up
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I turn vulnerability into a weapon
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My pain reached you, slashed you, I'm horrified, ha
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Give me those strengths to convey voices in verse
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In weightlessness, the mind is full of, and you wake up
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I turn vulnerability into a weapon
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Watching with a smile as their miserable world collapses, ha
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Yau, I dive into the voids of the sheet, Cousteau, lower the bathyscaphe
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To the inhabitants of the bottom here, your pedestal or scalp is on the side,
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And reality is clearly embittered, the glock hangs like lead at the temple
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And you either fight forward, or granite with wine and a board
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Ye, this self-digging from day to day is like in the cells of Tibet
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In these dense jungles I make my way even without a machete, with a stiletto
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I am specifically lost like the thoughts of a decrepit old woman in the thick of a coffee shop
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Like walking through a vein sometimes, sometimes strangling even more than Cobain (Feel)
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You feel in my shoes when locked up, but actually free
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We have fun here, even despite the outbreak of infrequent failures in personalities,
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And what are you staring at? |
You look into my eyes like a ram
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It was not without reason that I saw the gallows as an arithmetic root (I)
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Vulnerability coefficient, as if our difference formula
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Love is divided into hatred, in particular in different proportions
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Vulnerability coefficient, as if our difference formula
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Your ashes are blown by the wind
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Give me those strengths to convey voices in verse
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In weightlessness, the mind is full of, and you wake up
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I turn vulnerability into a weapon
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My pain reached you, slashed you, I'm horrified, ha
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Give me those strengths to convey voices in verse
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In weightlessness, the mind is full of, and you wake up
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I turn vulnerability into a weapon
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Watching with a smile as their miserable world crumbles, ha |