This is the place where I was born, babe
This is the place where I live
These are the girls which I love, babe
These are the guys, they make me believe
This is my home, this is my school
This is my land, this is my state
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm fool
But I'm glad I've got this kind of a fate
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Living in Moscow outskirts, outskirts
Living in Moscow outskirts
Here you've got your right to drink beer
Here you've got your right to drink wine
At night you've got your full right for fear
At noon you've got your right to feel fine
Your best friend is your right fist here
Your best teachers are your broken teeth
You've got the right to be a king here
You've got the right to stand on your knees
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Fighting, k**ing, dying, eahh!
Dancing, singing, drinking. Blah!
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