Drunk walk back to the area
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How old, and everyone with him with skeletons alive
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I was on the rise, I was forgotten, I went into the gap, I was at the base, I left,
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resurrected from zero
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I'm watching you all right now
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I have seen my old boys more than once in news stories
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Everything that started with them gathered into a glacier
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Since then we have moved the capital
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They took out the canvases, burned out the built bridges
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Crosses hang on chains, X's on sledges
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Bro, the bracelet hides scars on the bones
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Laughing girls with champagne and knocking basses
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Native streets (a) Clever and Clever
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Times change, but stupidity remains
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Like a day without meaning
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Changing the style to increase the radius for our disks
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I change the trajectory - a task for ballistas
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I write as it is, I make sure that the scenario of life is interesting
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Where there are sparks from under the chips, and close units
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Mixed up in memory all the addresses and faces
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All similar queries in search of that one
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Good night, will we drop by,
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In the meantime, let's do it, good night
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If you get bored, check between the lines
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In general, do not be bored brother
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Good night, will we drop by,
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In the meantime, let's do it, good night
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If you get bored, check between the lines
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In general, do not be bored brother
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It's dark, cold, routine, from 9 to 9 at work
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Nine webs, impassable, winter in the city of smoke
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Unbearably, they vehemently steered towards Sulimov, the blizzard did not promise us anything new
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My old district has been filled up for a long time, so you can’t dig it up, you don’t know me, you
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was not in Churily
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All roads lead to the market
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God is with us, smog over us, clay under our feet
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I could do everything and you could do everything,
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But we passed by and did not help each other
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(Smoke hung over the city)
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A sad picture hung over the city of smoke, meaningless
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Numbers jumbled, faces blurred in memory
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My province, under the wheels of the capital
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(Smoke hung over the city)
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A sad picture hung over the city of smoke, meaningless
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Numbers jumbled, faces blurred in memory
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My province, under the wheels of the capital
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Good night, will we drop by,
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In the meantime, let's do it, good night
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If you get bored, check between the lines
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In general, do not be bored brother
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Good night, will we drop by,
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In the meantime, let's do it, good night
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If you get bored, check between the lines
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In general, do not be bored brother |