| The birds flew south
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| And we all knew that we couldn't go back
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| The birds flew south
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| And we all knew that there was no going back
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| When the cold city in the past falls asleep in my eyes
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| I will gut my belief system with a roar
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| The last crows will fly from the numb roof
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| And they will forbid me to leave and make sounds quieter
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| At a wooden table, driving nails into my hands
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| Field of wonders, I carve letters in my body
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| I see your hungry mouth like in cheap porn
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| But I came to make these mouths sing loudly today
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| The triggers are turned on, the cigarette butts are drowning in puddles
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| One day life will smoke us out, and we will drown too
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| Well, today there will be a continuation of life, brother
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| I have a fucking cold, give me good
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| The country will remember us like dirt, or even forget
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| I take out a hockey jersey and forgotten number
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| Diagnose by going deeper than the fucking rules
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| And do not look in our eyes for your own paradise
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| People, I seem to see dreams, steps with whole chalk
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| I laid out my sheets and tore the ethers
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| I fit people in me, self-centered drive
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| I am a terminal - click on the buttons and wait for the result
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| I fit people in me, self-centered drive
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| I am a terminal - click on the buttons and wait for the result,
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| But my percentage tonight will take it all away
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| Close your eyes with every movement
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| But I am me, and I'm tired of playing decent Boys
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| And parody myself as I once was
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| I watch the door - bruises are alive on it
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| Left a hint where I brought my sleeve
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| Well, now this is my world, and I ask you
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| Get up!
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| Inhaling the smell, the dust and the curtain that opened the mouth
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| I turn on a piece of fucking steel with a sweaty hand
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| And I hear the people screaming: "Don't pull the trigger"
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| One MS and the whole world - our eyes are opposite
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| People talked about love, but put drugs
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| Thank heaven
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| And the ashes whispered into the mirror,
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| And with voices in the morning: "Do yourself, kid!"
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| Everything is like in life, without embellishment,
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| But that's the whole point
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| Clenching your fists, risk to hear the sounds
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| You tore my life apart, fucking band quotes
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| You ask for the top, and Mister was very rude to you
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| In addition to the ceiling, there is the sky
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| In addition to blood - life
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| Besides a thousand people, there is one
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| In addition to evil, I planted love in a cold house
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| In addition to the beautiful around - I remember the pain
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| In addition to the ceiling, there is the sky
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| In addition to blood - life
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| Besides a thousand people, there is one
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| In addition to evil, I planted love in a cold house
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| In addition to the beautiful around - I remember the pain
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| In addition to the ceiling, there is the sky
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| In addition to blood - life
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| Besides a thousand people, there is one
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| In addition to evil, I planted love in a cold house
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| In addition to the beautiful around - I remember the pain
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| In addition to the ceiling, there is the sky
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| In addition to blood - life
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| Besides a thousand people, there is one
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| In addition to evil, I planted love in a cold house
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| In addition to the beautiful around - I remember the pain |