| You know I make art as in folklore
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| Many knights on the carpet
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| Bunget fog until I die!
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| I'm coming down from the mountains, I'm coming down
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| He raises his forehead sloppily
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| You know you can't knock me down
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| Come with me to learn to sing the real treasures
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| The system is dust, cabbage
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| I'm waiting in vain, cabbage
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| You can't give me any cabbage
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| I'd better build a house
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| I promise fate will show up
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| Despair in disguised virtue
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| That's how this computerized world is
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| I'm working on a project, it's called life
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| And it's wonderful when you put plans on paper
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| What will become reality next year
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| And pretty much everything you see around you
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| It is built by parents with patience and hard work, check it now!
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| I remain in position, I remain waiting
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| I'm dreaming of the gory moment, he says patiently
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| When I feel I'm ready, I go kiss the girl
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| I'm coming out to pick you up with a shovel. |
| (x2)
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| You know I make art as in folklore
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| Many knights on the carpet
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| Brutal expressions from the axe
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| I'm coming down from the mountains, I'm coming down
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| He raises his forehead, slobor
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| You know you can't knock me down
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| Come with me to learn to sing the real treasures!
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| The system is dust, cabbage
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| I wait in vain, stork
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| You can't take any steps
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| I better make my own house
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| I'm waiting for you to put, put on the table
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| Or to put them in someone's net
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| Look, the foundation is already finished, it's not even noon
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| Check your gang
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| Integration sucks
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| Where everyone is a rascal
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| I feed the poor
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| Check cattle, mow tails
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| Give them Dambovita
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| Bean MC tradition!
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| And it's wonderful when you put plans on paper
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| What will become reality next year
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| And pretty much everything you see around you
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| It is built by parents with patience and hard work, check it now! |
| (x2) |