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ETERNAL QUESTIONS OF EXISTENCE

Run away from hell
Please, excuse my smell
Listen, now I'm dead
Fuck my if I sad

[CHORUS:]

Why
You have to give
You've to forgive
You have to live

I can fly around
Pleaces of the ground
I can see my friends
Frig their balls with hands

[CHORUS]

It's my funeral
I can see it all

Look - it's me in this coffin, I'm dead
All this bastards pretend as they sad
Fuck my aunt, It's so terrible sound
Oh, It's me, I'm at least under ground

Hey, you sad that
I was shitter but
It's my best friend
And fuckin' nut
It's so boring here
All goddamn way
So I’d better fly
Out from away

You know what I mean
It feel like in dream
You free and don't care
What stuff you've to wear
Come on join me my friend
You'll find promised land
This bastards will suck
We'll newer could give a fuck...

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