The end of this race is certain
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Why are you holding me?
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This is my last warning to you
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You're obviously asleep again
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Your quest for unusual environments
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That simple understanding gets lost inside you
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That's why I'm shining against them all
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What if the sun is offended, I also get light from the moon
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"Ayhan Işık"
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Spoon in a tea without sugar, related to the subject
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It's not even destiny, this is not what
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We talk a lot of cheating'
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You go and let me know.
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So until now, why is it still mine?
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Aim? |
My Flows are psoriasis!
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Do not think we have forgotten you, we will soon, and def
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There is no decency left
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Don't expect anyone to help you a gram.
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This is a good opportunity presented to you.
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Neither yes nor rejection
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Shut up son, shut up; |
How dare you?
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Generate generate, copy from here
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Let them be afraid now, they stretched to the bow
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I ignore most of them because:
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I do not respect any labor thief copy!
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You can't find a place to poke your head
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Old man, this chain that holds me has begun to break
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If anyone is in trouble, fuck off.
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Because wherever I want, I press the point there.
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My son, what foot are you?
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Someone give you an urgent hand
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Always tense mode, no you just relax
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Let him do it
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They're always talking
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They're holding on in a corner turning sideways
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Do not think that this storm tires the cloud
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Who are we, they forget it so quickly
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My son, what foot are you?
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Someone give you an urgent hand
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Always tense mode, no you just relax
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Let him do it
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They're always talking
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They're holding on in a corner turning sideways
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Do not think that this storm tires the cloud
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Who are we, they forget it so quickly
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People are blind, don't get too hung up on that
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Science doesn't make bread, brat, come and check on me
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Trying doesn't change anything or what's going on
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Everyone loves the one who pushes the weak off the cliff
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You made yourself mad; |
why did you put it back?
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Explain, don't plagiarize, if you don't want to see my goals, you're too far away
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Don't open up, don't pity you, no shit don't be surprised
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Is there a problem with the mind?
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What you said sounded like a ton
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Why is it what you ate, what you messed up first
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Of course you like to hold the hole pocket you
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Old man, that's our style: we'll pull up somewhere!
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I think you misunderstood: We are not a team!
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Dude, what the hell is this, are we on a trip?
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According to some, we are the type of lunatic who defies this order.
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The answer must come
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As long as you reap the storm
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Sweat and stain flowing over an easy dead end
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It doesn't give you peace after you don't feel comfortable
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One day, neither house, nor car, nor shroud will come.
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Still, you know your job as a father.
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It's okay, we haven't patched it before
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But we go on without ticking, we squawk
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We pull and stretch the elastic
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My son, what foot are you?
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Someone give you an urgent hand
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Always tense mode, no you just relax
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Let him do it
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They're always talking
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They're holding on in a corner turning sideways
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Do not think that this storm tires the cloud
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Who are we, they forget it so quickly
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My son, what foot are you?
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Someone give you an urgent hand
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Always tense mode, no you just relax
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Let him do it
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They're always talking
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They're holding on in a corner turning sideways
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Do not think that this storm tires the cloud
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Who are we, they forget it so quickly |