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Even The Lord
Won't change the land of dwarves

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I ain’t believe in nothing, in city scream, i'm it, heart trembles
I floods in geometry of plates, like in smoke in a fog
Like rocks in mug, their generation or tell you
Where roots of flair, i have conscience to live
So you too
I don't read newspapers schedul for today - freestyle
If you learn your kids to read, i advice you to learn them to read minds
Slowly other options disappears
"Sitwa" regards to control our lives like The Sims
It ain’t country for young people AK 12 aim fire
I haven't weapon, maybe good, i'd found a way to hell
Madmans as Hans, in amok they wan't to see univers
Altough no one goes out after nightfall when the 9 PM will have
Chimed
Please come aside; at a table a family - empty plates
Daughter in Hilton, sponsoring and climate that stinks as a brothel
In a place where human doubts if the end will embrace salvation
Father after vodka promised to fucking kill the whore
I don't really know why am i talking it
People are asking for floods of conscience
With cash after club, alcohol with skun
Acropolis for illusion
Respect is heaven, gold saves
Everyone would like to have gold, "Nights and dreams" like Magda Umer
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