| Here is my home
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| And you know, it's not easy to get off here
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| And you know this - this is my home
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| And you know this - this is my home
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| And you know this - this is my home
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| And you know, it's not easy to get off here
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| And you know this - this is my home
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| And you know this - this is my home
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| Paradise again in the week we go to the club until the morning
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| I light up with ideas here like butane
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| You are my gullible timer and we fly here forever
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| I play shyly at your shoulders and waist
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| Near fashionable guys leafing through magazines newspapers
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| Surprised whores, because I'm in this edition
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| You know, I'm a fan of summer, even two summers is not enough for me
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| And from the bright light, I even put on a panama here
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| We walk along the edge of facts and it seems that a heart attack does not shine
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| Sea of cuts and wounds, grief of disease and cancer
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| On the floor clothes, a bodice, but I, as before, did not fall
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| And there is no tenderness in the crotch, I am a polite boor
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| I'm like a maniac here. |
| Smoke, bitches stand in the club
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| There are four walls around, as if I'm in a cube
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| This is my rock and my home, I'm talking about something else
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| You say I'm confused, there's trouble all around,
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| And I'm a storehouse of problems, or rather Pandora's box
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| A boy of discord for all who are truly dear
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| No taxi or reserved seat needed, dinner, beautiful train station
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| After all, it dries like a blue melancholy, and I'm so tired
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| Again he took dirty money at face value
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| Again on Monday faded almost imperceptibly
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| Another drunken pulse in the veins, good luck to everyone, do not interfere
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| If I share problems, then I'm not greedy |