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Guess she's testing
Testing me again
Said she might come
Watch me play on a Sunday
When she's shopping low key
And I know she's always thinking of me
Even if she didn't show up
I guess she slept in

Call her choose in the gray guy in the roller
I call her she's nothing in the race down in the shape on my heart
And now my dreams they saying 'bout butterflies
And now my heart on the six feet under
I call her choose in the gray guy in the roller
And I cry, but I forgot to glow a glucose to my arm
And now my dreams they saying 'bout butterflies
And now my heart on the six feet under

Donald it's time it's reallly time to go
At first it was funny but it really ain't funny no more
The Mexican people don't wanna build a wall
Unless they push you off it and laugh as you fall
Stupidest people in America are drawn to you
They don't have the brain cells to see that you're a hypocrite
Lying sack of shit and you haven't got an ounce of wit
I can't believe you rose as high as you did

Plastmassovyj mir pobedil
Maket okazalsya sil'nej
Poslednij korablik ostyl
Poslednij fonarik ustal,
a v gorle sopyat kom'ya vospominanij...

Oo- moya oborona
Solnechnyj zajchik steklyannogo glaza

Religious wars are offensive.
ISIS is offensive
Sexism is offensive
Racism is offensive
99% of politicians with their greed-oriented politics are offensive.
Censorship is offensive
Killing the freedom of speech is offensive
Beheading is offensive

Все знают что все хуево
Мне плевать
Ваш Дядя Сэм ублюдок
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Должен притворяться
Считать до десяти
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Мне вообще-то плевать для чего вам оружие