When only taught to play, we leave crap
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Do you think something is due? |
You shouldn't do anything
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They have the whole world in their hand, we let me rot
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Fuck with it, I hate people and it's realtalk
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They burn out from under the magnifying glass of others like ants
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We have a whole set of stimulants if you are bored
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So as not to see how sad I am
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I will take this cash, I will pass indifferently looking at the ceiling
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When only taught to play, we leave crap
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Do you think something is due? |
You shouldn't do anything
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They have the whole world in their hand, we let me rot
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Fuck with it, I hate people and it's realtalk
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They burn out from under the magnifying glass of others like ants
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We have a whole set of stimulants if you are bored
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So as not to see how sad I am
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I will take this cash, I will pass indifferently looking at the ceiling
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A heart stifled by aggression
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This life gives me this flight
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I separate what they tell me
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What do I wear on my feet and what do I wear in my heart
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Though they are as dead as hell
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None of us listens to love anymore
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Nobody listens to love
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What were you talking about? |
I don't listen to you either
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You know it, a heart crushed by aggression
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This life gives me this flight
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I separate what they tell me
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What do I wear on my feet and what do I wear in my heart
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Though they are as dead as hell
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None of us listens to love anymore
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Nobody listens to love anymore
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What were you talking about?
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Converted backyard scars
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The house that keeps flooding over and over again
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I wanted to know how to stand here
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Today she is kissing her wet lips
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I'm going to get a few wheels like a killer
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For a job that may piss off a few
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But I won't stand here frustrated
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Rather, I will grab the handle and pull the trigger in the area
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Blood splatters on the walls
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The leftover brain will no longer vouch for us
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They look like the work of a pyromaniac
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What set fire to his home and family in it at once
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Malaise (oh), malaise (oh, wow, ej, ej)
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This is the sick world
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We turn the handle with this muck
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We play notes and bass
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We flow like a stigma with the melody
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We dress fits for cash
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We feel so extraordinary
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It's so amazing
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Yet simply delicious
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I like to eat well
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Best, most expensive, it will bloom
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We feel higher then
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At best, this is unpleasant
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And although we know it, it's nothing
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And although we know it, it's nothing
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And so we go into it like nothing
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Because this fucking life is a business
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A heart stifled by aggression
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This life gives me this flight
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I separate what they tell me
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What do I wear on my feet and what do I wear in my heart
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Though they are as dead as hell
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Nobody listens to love anymore
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Nobody listens to love anymore
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What were you talking about? |
I don't listen to you either
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You know it, a heart crushed by aggression
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This life gives me this flight
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I separate what they tell me
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What do I wear on my feet and what do I wear in my heart
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Though they are as dead as hell
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None of us listens to love anymore
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Nobody listens to love
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What were you talking about? |
I don't listen to you either
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You know it, a heart crushed by aggression
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This life gives me this flight
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I separate what they tell me
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What do I wear on my feet and what do I wear in my heart
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Though they are as dead as hell
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Nobody listens to love
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Nobody listens to love
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What were you talking about? |
I don't listen to you either
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You know it, a heart crushed by aggression
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This life gives me this flight
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I separate what they tell me
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What do I wear on my feet and what do I wear in my heart
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Though they are as dead as hell
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Nobody listens to love
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Nobody listens to love
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What were you talking about?
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Hey, Michał Graczyk |