| And mine are accelerating over mp3
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| I know gothic inside me, gothic inside
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| Me, bitch shut up, don't say anything
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| You know, gothic inside me, gothic inside
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| Beach, keep your tie
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| I roll forward like in rugby
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| On a red background Khabarovsk
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| Today sad is in trend
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| And I've always been like this
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| And my nickname is the name that my mother gave me
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| They change nicknames, forgetting names
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| And looking into my eyes, they don't know what to say
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| Fuck them all, I wasted albums leaking them online
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| We devoured ourselves from the inside, but collected on fucking crack
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| Fuck them battles, stars for the day
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| Here garbage is worse than OPG
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| There is faith in the stripes that are on the hand
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| And we'll build a new Eden here
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| And mine are accelerating over mp3
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| I know gothic inside me, gothic inside
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| Me, bitch shut up, don't say anything
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| You know, gothic inside me, gothic inside
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| Everyone tells me to chill a little
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| And I take my charter and go to the monastery
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| I write less and erase more often
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| Say to my face what you think is right
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| There is Rostov for every Bavaria
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| Let a sprout break through the dried soil
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| Another day off will be cooler than a worker, but,
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| But you know what it's all about
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| And mine are accelerating over mp3
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| I know gothic inside me, gothic inside
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| Me, bitch shut up, don't say anything
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| You know, gothic inside me, gothic inside |