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They said!
That I need to get of my head this bullshit,
Dirty binding - doff all the set!
This is ridiculous, I'm smoulder cigarette,
And there's no one who ready to listen.
But they said!
They try to pull out of me the drone,
And huddle the condom on my head.
Bang down the window - TV full volume,
And drip on the brain that control is the sanatorium.
But I said!
Listen, it is often the times when you don't need a clear mind,
No words, only feelings, and you even not a part of me.
And this is my fortune! My clear air!
I drew my own map and hit the gas*!
My clear air! I'm on my shooting gallery and never come to you!
Give me my, my clear air!
You can always presume, fucking niggle to everyone.
Stay at home, moan in your soul, nails go down the concrete.
Traitors around, you should be shifty,
To act in the circumstances and do not forget about how to love!
And face the truth even if your voice is shaking,
And you fear to live.
Orthographic, unbeknown, equable,
Tight not with stereotype, these are the friends you need!
Turn off the TV, go to the fridge, don't ask questions,
Get out your dreams and unfreeze them!
Those who to delay,
Said: "You can't do this".
Pull in your mouth the most stinky sock,
Don't say anything, the chimes do not let you to sleep.
Poison yourself like a mercury,
Go and live! Don't listen to anybody even me,
Me just like an everybody:
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What kind of fruit are you? Will you be someone,
Maybe the legend, or they'll forget you.
Who knows. Maybe tomorrow it will be late,
And new suck coat will cover your brain!
Just get up and dance like you bursting,
Consciously move your ideas forward.
Until the live gives, the soul is singing, youth is lying,
Knock yourself cooked and come out to the people!
Only this bro! You are laughing, spare yourself,
Vicarious thoughts live in your head - lose contact.
And you look into my eyes and said: "Don't bother!",
But now neither I nor common sense do not want to eat this crap.
Who are you now? There is a simple definition,
We are looking for the new day in vicarious dim.
And I understand that this talk never help,
But me just like an everybody:
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