Грибовский - Run, rabbit, run | Текст песни

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• Run, rabbit, run

when you filling you lost
all your social connection
and your only emotions
is hate and erection
you put down the book
and take from the swhelf your gun

you go out to the strit
and your finger on trigger
you are allways waere small
well rhite now you mutch bigger
and you shout to your ex-girlfriend run, rabbit, run

run, rabbit, rut
there is mutch more fun
when you shoot in the moving target

if you see in your dreams
only blood mess and fire
if good fight and good sex
is your only disere
when you know ho exactly
sholdn't see any more sun

your only true love
have name revolution
and explosions abowe
causes polutions
it's time to shout run, rabbit, run


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