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вторая и последняя репетиция c московской hard-core группой i hate people. When i was a child I thought life was a game. It was all OK Till I’ve got insane. Now I see routine Every grounding day I still feel (like I’m) fourteen Though it’s not the same... Hold me tight - there is no way out! I’m so tired, I need a time out Out of my head, Out of this hell... I’ll be running in circles Till I burn out. Faces made up green Not a single grin. People run to work - A perfect place to lurk. Walls are build up grey - Not a sunny ray. Should I behave gay Just to hide my dismay?
