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Sea of ​​reproes, bad motives
Lamer, bastard, boot, cattle
Dreams somewhere near the logos
Find Jesus alternative

I did not get to the peak of my form
Wind in the head on Dont Staff mode
There is no happiness if very tired
Why do I want to live as much as a hundred?

We all the same world fucked
for everyone somewhere grandfather fought
constantly say our life failure
Someone someone once crucified

Hey, man, I will not lie to anyone
Come to our club, be at least a drop of wise
whether you at least dirty smelly bastard
Come to our club, you will love you there

In search of the expense always and now
nor a drop is worth your authority
Do not throw everything and go to Tibet
to find everything you need

Through hundreds of attempts let's smile
Problems from now in the fingers
No longer looking for a reason to get drunk
We also wanted Henk Moody to be twenty

Tell me give you all your fear
There are no enemies here, they fuck
Choose us, not this clock
I could too, but also did not fuck

Mostly come in the free kega
We will look like McGregor
Here you will not come to a tiny lego
In our paradise you will not see blacks

It's time to start a spiritual Argend
It's time to raise wine with sins
Straighure a piset that all this nonsense
we are already in the club, and you still do not

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Hiding a bottle of vodka under the jacket
in flower pot bulls yes cigarette
adult life and fuck you thought
We will not see you here in the Club

Trading networks and services
Didn't have for this go to the institute
not milk and milk product
Go you fuck and I'll go to the club

I do not know how to live
Literally yesterday saw fire extinguisher
Literally yesterday I blinked on defense
I'm not ready back all right

hey man to lie to anyone will not
Come to us to the club be at least a drop of wise
whether you at least dirty smelly bastard
No matter how cool you will love

In my writing solid errors
But if not everyone is so lousy
hands tired of keeping pocket wider
I want so much that it will be fat

But in the bag branded only a handful of coins
More Baton in Meat Cutlets
yesterday you gangster today collector
concepts of substitution is a problem

I used to get better but earlier passed
So many years I suffer the train left
I look forward to no zgi
would be born again having brains

No matter how cool rests in money
On Friday drank and again Monday
Suddenly an interest is there on TV
I am very afraid to turn into a plant

life kills we don't be blamed
A bad joke is played with us
But if you live in search of truth
Come to the club. We are happy there.