To be the happiest man
You should to be a mad
No fucking rules
Nothing scared
Don't be afraid
It always stopped you
You agree, aren't you?
It's fucking true, it's true
Let's come to party
You will learn new things soon
Your body move
I can forecast your future
Where someone suture
On wound of bad precipitate
Witch that you are not good friend
Must forget it like bad dream
Go to party have a beam
To be the happiest man...
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