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We will go to the carnival in a mask and hat
The blood is getting cold but we have to fight
We cook with argon, welder in a pipe, nord stream, gas
Kit we accompany the girl along the sunbeams
We will improve your blurry understanding of what is happening
We are waiting for a special bus for us.
Silver Delorean, dmc - 12. We are from the future
We're all missing a little craziness
But we'll come all this way through the fog
There is no need for war, we want to live
Hold on hunter we're coming for you
We strike for the two-headed one, raising our fist up