Hey, time is enough, well, where do you stop
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So long walked on the penultimate floor hung
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And if I fall off by accident I will fall down
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Perhaps you are lucky, pick up a reliable cornice
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Well, what is there?! |
"Che" - hey, what's smoky in here?
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Where are your Kents? |
Mine go with me
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Always in the first row they shouted don't quit!
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You come in if this is my Aksai!
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Blue sky, weekdays, people, cars, flow
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Southern mountains gray house, white ceiling
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2Pac loved L.A, GUF loves the city of roads
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Without Almaty, I probably would not have been able to live either
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There is nothing family, music is dearer to us
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How much more is left for us to write, God tell me?
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That bitch that broke her heart is no longer disturbing
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Everyone has their own way - the sky will help us
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These mirages, these mirages
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How to continue to live, in truth or lies?
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Tell me, where are we running?
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Tell me where are my mirages?
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These mirages, these mirages
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How to continue to live, in truth or lies?
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Tell me, where are we running?
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Tell me where are my mirages?
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Man, I got my blow
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Can I have a light
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What's the reason we get high every day and night
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What do we gotta do
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What are we trying to light
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Never trush nobody in your motherf*king life
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Man, I did that wrong
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No, you did that right
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One day you go down and the other you stay fly
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You gotta be strong
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Trying to live life
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Life's too fuckin short but my music never die
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The future is coming, just step forward
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We won't get tired of writing all night long,
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And the music won't flow from the speakers
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After them, the organizer will pay for the flight
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The city burns with fire at night, not like during the day
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My southern capital, let's blow it up with you
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Let's blow up with you again and again
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Under the gentle fire, so the music attracts
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These mirages, these mirages
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How to continue to live, in truth or lies?
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Tell me, where are we running?
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Tell me where are my mirages?
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These mirages, these mirages
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How to continue to live, in truth or lies?
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Tell me, where are we running?
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Tell me where are my mirages?
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These mirages, these mirages
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These mirages, these mirages
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These mirages, these mirages
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These mirages, these mirages |