Четвертый период - Проценты
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Percentages everywhere
Worn-out train
Miracles, miracles
They'll give me a discount
Primitive beats
Their roles in the market
So that they listen
Need to buy a postcard
I don't need disagreements
But I can't understand
Dream with desire
Swapped in places
A good deal
Thoughts are all about cash
It's just business
The most valuable things were exchanged
Gifts for goodies
Didn't ruin anything
Thoughts are on the wrong things and they know who they're friends with
For dinner
Bought on sale
A beautiful wrapper made of sanctions
A super faction is jumping around in my head
My brain is also cringing from this rating
The setting is tired of tolerating the primitive
At the circus, it's active, but in reality, it's an executioner
Runs on the cheap
Show off a new outfit
The soul isn't worth a dime
Confused in my own dexterity
They tear you to pieces
They all don't give a damn about balance
A special love for him
For him, an uppercut
They'll fuck the already empty, dependent truth
What else will it predict
This box made of rotten circuit board
Payment for a dream
And for working
And for being proud
His wise investment
The situation is a dead end
A sad face by the window
What a greenhouse they built
Let's start the picnic, yeah