| I have no more strength, Cord I saw through you.
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| Faberge eggs are new stars already.
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| I have no more strength, Cord I saw through you.
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| Faberge eggs are new stars already.
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| You are not a fucking rocker, but an ordinary bully,
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| You row the loot with a shovel, - and in your bosom a revolver.
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| The president in your cartoons means something
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| And the girl at the concert for Seryoga is crying.
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| I have no more strength, Cord I saw through you.
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| Faberge eggs are new stars already.
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| I have no more strength, Cord I saw through you.
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| Faberge eggs are new stars already.
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| According to the boy's layouts, you are a stray nightingale.
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| But don’t piss, and I’m the same, hit us with such at least current.
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| In the songs you jerk off Seryoga, looking for a woman in the afternoon with fire,
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| Well, you think, we masturbate, there are no Earrings, we gnaw others.
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| I have no more strength, Cord I saw through you.
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| Faberge eggs are new stars already.
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| I have no more strength, Cord I saw through you.
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| Faberge eggs are new stars already.
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| I have no more strength, Cord I saw through you.
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| Faberge eggs are new stars already.
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| I have no more strength, Cord I saw through you.
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| Faberge eggs are new stars already. |