Сэр Карась - Жизнь хиккана
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So it turned out, so stars
In the world I am someone else's unnecessary was created
Sprung society, on the move of the train of life
By air it is silent meaningless

May I have a defective, rudimentary organ
And be alas does not shine on the wave with everyone
Loneliness hiding for creativity
I mean so little. Mark "Beslated"

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I am so cold one, one
The crowd freezes in the snow slows down in self-digging corpse
But I'm so used to this zero
Sublimates herd, wounded steel and yourself lie
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Generation rags, attention
Enemies system, traditions, rules
Those who do not understand do not accept
SAP, Anon ... suffering ...

But do not regret, okay
I accepted myself a person of non grants
In the thread, the walls of contact
Life is calus guys

And I would like ... be cattle
Have one's not think about great
But the fate is such, I am Elite
Philosopher that is not recognized as the world

And every second goes out that genius
Every second leaves without a trace
People drown in downmates
Sad and fuck do not

Poor genius labels Ukutan
Live, dreaming, change culture
Not every jobs who threw studies
Not every Steve who yuzal computer

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