I settled here somewhere in the Putilkovo area
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I would like to shelter someone here
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So I took the dog, I feed it, I clean it myself,
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And yesterday the soup was so bubbling, in general, miracles
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The pillow here, of course, is not softer
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Although a girlfriend is not for you to crush her, what
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Then I began to read excitedly and I read:
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“They don’t see beyond one and a half meters” - in short, about bees
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In general, everything is like with people, everything is like with me
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I'll break it for myself and break it until my forehead touches, f# I, a stone
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Call me back, I'm busy, I still have to write a text
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Who made this out of me? |
Probably mother
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Dirty laundry container 40 centimeters
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There is simply no more space for the container
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So we live in a hostel for prostitutes
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If measured, it will be wider in the coffin, yes
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Looks like I messed up with this ride
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Wrong stop, and wrong area
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I'll go out - so that it's warm, I'll straighten my jacket,
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But something does not warm the jacket, it's the other way around
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It's the other way around, it's not like that
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At 36, dad suddenly lost an attic
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There is a knock in the heart area, as if time is ticking
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Somewhere in the Putilkovo area
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You gave birth to a song, I cut the umbilical cord
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My business, Lord, put it in and took it out
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All these "push, push" you took on yourself,
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And in the future you go to the bedroom to sleep, I go to the sofa
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And from my windows there is really another building
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Kitchen from two meters, I follow the food
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Well, how do I follow? |
I try not to cook, purely sandwiches
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Just before, if you remember, I ate for five
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I washed my face in the morning, I wiped it off and
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There is such weakness in the body, as if it had been rubbed with glycerin
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Payments paid in advance for a month by the garden, it seems
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I somehow quickly dived into adulthood
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Now a studio in a studio in Putilkovo
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The wardrobe is still the same, updated the cologne
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I just don’t know, now burn for whom,
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And time poked at mistakes, everything was ticking
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It's the other way around, it's not like that
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At 36, dad suddenly lost an attic
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There is a knock in the heart area, as if time is ticking
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Somewhere in the Putilkovo area
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It's the other way around, it's not like that
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At 36, dad suddenly lost an attic
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There is a knock in the heart area, as if time is ticking
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Somewhere in the Putilkovo area
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