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Pro N Con

где рождается страх, не найти там покой где закончились дрова, там погаснет огонь и снова бежим мы от правды людской скрывая в себе таланты на дно

(How ya doin' Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey (How ya doin' Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey (How ya doin' Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey And all the goyim say, I'm pretty fly

There is a war going on for your mind Media mavens mount surgical strikes From Trapper Keeper collages And online magazine racks Cover girl cutouts throw

I spend the night, yeah, l Looking for my insides in a hotel room, waitin' for you We're gonna make it tonight, yeah Something in the air tells me the

It taught you a lesson, how to be afraid And how to understand your life is not a game It's more than a lesson, now you can learn no more from love Even

Life must be empty when living a lie With something to hide and nothing to show You have learned nothing but how to destroy Things that friends who love

When we came here it was done, I felt completely useless Never learned to quite adjust, and all along they knew this Carousel would someday stop and throw

51 days without a trace or an indication That his God would soon be here To take them all away Waiting for the final day and for the God Who never came

Their custom concern for the people Build up the monuments and steeples To wear out our eyes I get up just about noon My head sends a message for me