My hands are bleeding, a crown of thorns
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I hold with all my strength, alone against a hundred as I stand
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They won't take her away from me, oh no, my heart is drowning in tears
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Stabbed with a knife, drops cool the temples
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I've waited too long to win anyway
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In the end, a big stake, but one scoundrel interrupted
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I'm back in hundreds, my hands are sweating
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I'll count twice before skitramming where my knife is
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I get in, I drive away, I smoke, I add
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Zlotys to each other, everything smells like fluff suddenly
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I answer the phone like this in two hours
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When I get over everything, the ballet will be sluts
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Vodka, thieves, coke and girls
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In such company, I cut myself off from the routine
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The goods, these vapors, recordings and tattoos
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Everything contrasts, a reflection of old life
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In the studio, the robot with enemies is still a scythe
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I'm taking what's mine, your pig wants porn
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Of course, I don't refuse how pretty, come on
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I like to use, earn and win
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My hands are bleeding, a crown of thorns
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I hold with all my strength, alone against a hundred as I stand
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They won't take her away from me, oh no, my heart is drowning in tears
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Stabbed with a knife, drops cool the temples |
Different states, different faces self-proclaimed bad street
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They are ready for anything to get to the trough
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After time, you can see more clearly who and what they are staring at
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When it comes to money, is there still friendship?
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He does not live by music alone, he hides in himself, I do not pour out
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Who's behind me and who's against I suspect
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It is these thorns that others provoke passively
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They play the great connoisseurs, they deceive themselves
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Every level is important, the pretext confirmed me
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On others less open to your own, it's better to fly
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Who is supposed to know knows the pace at which he lives
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Thanks to this, I know that not everything is so beautiful
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Now I know how to put it together like uncle good advice
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I have more and more from life and I demand more and more
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I'm sneaking silently, not groping like I used to
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Welcome to a world where someone close to you has let you down again
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My hands are bleeding from the crown of thorns
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I hold with all my strength, alone against a hundred as I stand
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They won't take her away from me, oh no, my heart is drowning in tears
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Stabbed with a knife, drops cool the temples
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Until the next jump just-right from trouble
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You can taste blood, tears and sweat in the air |
Burnt out writes a new verse old life
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Hardcore, illegal, thriller, expensive highs
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For the destruction of the bullies, let people's sentences be shortened
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Colleagues do not argue among themselves, it will be rich
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Everything is pawned, if you behave badly, you will be chased away
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This is how it looks like a crown of thorns here
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I keep with all my strength, I will share with my friends
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Each thorn bleeds, always proud of faith
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Behind the wall of solutions, lack of self-control
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How I met a paper whore in court who gave me
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One penalty is over, now take the second one, be careful
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They will handcuff you like you deal with breams
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I avoid the bolts now, I don't risk too much
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Too much to lose, the world is mine, I repeat
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My hands are bleeding from the crown of thorns
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I hold with all my strength, alone against a hundred as I stand
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They won't take her away from me, oh no, my heart is drowning in tears
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Stabbed with a knife, drops cool the temples |