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Somebody trust me |
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Remember Soviet |
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He cries over |
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Returned to dust right here |
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It's twice over |
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In 1991 |
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Dear sense is over |
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Socialism was broken |
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So sense is over |
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Small south of asia turned deaf of an ear |
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Our sky live under 50 stars poorly |
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The darkness of my esprit |
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Don't talk to me just like that |
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"A man of means turns an honest wealth" |
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Don't talk to me |
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The death levels all men (In chaos now) |
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And he cries over |
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Bleeding virtuous man (In chaos now) |
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And he cries over |
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Look at that bleeding virtuous man |
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With satisfaction whew well I never |
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The death levels all men |
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And he cries over |
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Bleeding virtuous man |
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And he cries over |
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Compassion is the price of blind faith |
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Stalin's thought will be given to angry workers |
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The darkness of my esprit |
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Don't talk to me just like that |
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"A man of means turns an honest wealth" |
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Don't talk to me |
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(In chaos now) |
