CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Cry with me, my guitar! Sing, boy soul.
• I'll say, without the bazaar: "How good you are!"
• Cry with me, my guitar! Sing, boy soul.
• I'll say, without the bazaar, "How good you are!"
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• And you took me and left me,
• This rainy autumn.
• She went to some moose, you--
• Thus, the heart was ripped to shreds.
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• Baby, if you give it to me, I give it to you!
• Singing, and barely standing,
• I stagger - drunk as a poplar in the wind.
• I don't have you: I either drink or die.
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• I'm like the Kirkors, and I didn't know love was cruel...
• Love is cruel, and the heart is lonely.
• I am like Mikhailov; for you, dawn and fog;
• And you, for your heart, for the living stab wounds.
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• I thought we were like Guf and Isa together, forever.
• One whole, like Jigurd and the beard, ah,
• Turns out it was a beard,
• And we will never be together again.
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• The chorus:
• Cry with me, my guitar! Sing, boy soul.
• I'll say, without the bazaar: "How good you are!"
• Cry with me, my guitar! Sing, boy soul.
• I'll say, without the bazaar, "How good you are!"
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• Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...
• You're not with me, my sunshine.
• Remember how you swore in love, you?
• Who to love, who to give flowers to now?
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• "Wien bin spin yu mose e lais" -
• Love came under my eye, and I fell down one time.
• Yeah, like that, Gangstas Paradise.
• I'm gonna get another one of those @#$daras!
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• He's gonna get it and write an application to the organs.
• Goodbye, Mammy, I won't see you soon.
• I'm not arguing with fate. I was in love and blind...
• That's how sad Gangsta Rap came out, guys!
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• All your braids, all your bows, all your gold hair.
• The blouse has cast cantiques on it; yes, sweet, chicken nose!
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• The chorus:
• Cry with me, my guitar! Sing, boy's soul.
• I'll say, without the bazaar: "How good you are!"
• Cry with me, my guitar! Sing, boy soul.
• I'll say, without the bazaar, "How good you are!"
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• All your braids, all your bows, all your strands of gold hair.
• Cast bows on your blouse; sweet, chicken nose!
• All your braids, all the bows, all the strands of gold hair.
• Cast cantiques on the blouse; yes, honey, chicken nose!
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