| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Autumn you are such a scum
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| I'm sitting at home fighting with you
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| Fearing yourself
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| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Clay minefields
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| Rainy brute autumn vile whore
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| It pours rain drip drip drip valve shut off in any way
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| Smoked like an asshole an umbrella in the trash fought off dogs
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| So I'm still in white sneakers because I don't have a bot
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| How to get out of the swamps, mom urgently needs Susan's brother to go to the hut
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| Hunting in the heat, everything is fucked up, I stand in the mud around the mongrel
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| They try to cling to the frogs from the cold goosebumps
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| It's scary, well, where are you, uncle in caps
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| So I'm a brave boy getting wet here like cotton
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| I don't feel good because it's wet
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| Drops smear what else my wife will tell me at home
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| Here it is a loss, and I thought theft
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| What the hell kind of dad are you
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| I didn't even have time to open my mouth
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| Before that, he fought in mud, tore shameless dogs
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| Black white redheads puffed up puffed up like a lemon
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| Puffed up, got used to it, emerged victorious from the war, you hear
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| Be quiet, don't shout, it's better for your husband to fly
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| You yourself sent me for a urine test
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| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Autumn you are such a scum |
| I'm sitting at home fighting with you
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| Fearing yourself
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| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Clay minefields
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| Rainy brute autumn vile whore
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| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Autumn you are such a scum
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| I'm sitting at home fighting with you
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| Fearing yourself
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| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Clay minefields
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| Rainy brute autumn vile whore
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| October rattled drops in five minutes weather
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| From minor to major, notes ka da cap fell into the attic
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| The ceiling didn't leak, outside the window the passers-by were so knocked down
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| The wind to the side, unable to restrain itself, was flying along the silt like silt
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| He drowned the grave, the moron said Kirill would have been better off smoking his heel
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| The storm is already close, and you are in a hurry for the first time to Lariska
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| Huyak squirts screams at the taxi driver sorry mr twister
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| Yes, there are three hundred and three hundred pounds and there are two idiots
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| Scene crude scandal third I ran further through the puddles
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| Month number 10 fucked up just so what the fuck is not the season
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| God gave a hail of kurans into the hall, fucked about the cyclone without saying a word
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| Moisture rolls with mud since autumn is gone, you are seriously a whore
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| Muddy downpours among the mud are deceived by weather forecasters Pinocchio |
| I hurry to the chotlanka at three near the cauldron, I barely broke away from the bush
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| On a leaky jar, I see a picture, no, I don’t melt sugar
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| At the meeting point, the only person I don't understand
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| Under the honte, the tipok did not get wet after learning the lesson
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| Before bad weather, take an umbrella from year to year
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| I'm Larisa waiting for you for half an hour
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| 6 weeks on the internet, brothers, and in vain
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| My name is Denis, I'm with a sour mine
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| I ran here, discarding all the bad thoughts, drops gnawed
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| Dirt you everywhere be trouble things in liquid erase vile damn
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| There is no time to choose, I had to fuck in full
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| To the pharmacy through the puddles with a cold, run faster
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| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Autumn you are such a scum
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| I'm sitting at home fighting with you
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| Fearing yourself
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| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Clay minefields
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| Rainy brute autumn vile whore
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| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Autumn you are such a scum
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| I'm sitting at home fighting with you
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| Fearing yourself
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| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Clay minefields
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| Rainy brute autumn vile whore
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| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Autumn you are such a scum
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| I'm sitting at home fighting with you
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| Fearing yourself
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| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Clay minefields
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| Rainy brute autumn vile whore |
| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Autumn you are such a scum
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| I'm sitting at home fighting with you
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| Fearing yourself
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| Dirt dirt dirt
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| Clay minefields
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| Rainy brute autumn vile whore |