Below is the lyrics of the song 665 , artist - Trumans Water with translation
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Trumans Water
Some butt-hurt awareness
My flesh is a breakfast
Ideas like balloons
Are impaled on the ceiling
We’ve nothing in common
Her fist calls her «mister»
It’s pissed insignificant
Careworn and laid
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