Wilds and gullies with private traders along the edge
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Antediluvian fears, metal color acceptance
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Prisons and dispensaries, psycho, drugs and onco
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Prisoners and officers with buckets on the column
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Voices are rarely answered here.
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Through the silence there is a search squad
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You are nobody to me, because I am nobody to myself -
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In one entrance for life unfamiliar
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Country of dense forests, closed people
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Wherever you suddenly ended up, you ended up nowhere
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It's so hard to forcefully look into faces
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With the world alone it's so easy to get lost
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Prisons and dispensaries, trucks sleep on the roadsides
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We drag home in trailers piles of unfinished business
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Did not come out of a coma, did not fall into hysterics -
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Behind the desired lost past the lost
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In forgotten long-term construction, in neglected groves
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How many more helplessly dodge?
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Finding someone who is lost is much easier
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Than to find someone who wants to search
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Cut the world into squares - this is our connection
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So we hear a silent, unaddressed call
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Shout through the abyss, you've already been found
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But how can we stop looking for you, Lisa?
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If a stranger smiled at you in the passage, briefly -
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So he is either sick or wanted to turn out the money
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If the friendly staff of the local hospital
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So you will pay so much here that the head can crack
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Vivaldi plays from business class
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You studied "excellent", but your minibus is behind
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Chief's office, greasy jacket
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We will be interesting as long as there is still something to squeeze out of us
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They will show us the war, turn up the TV
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To survive on my own, not to hear tantrums behind the wall
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I will plunge into this ice and let the doors on two locks
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They are breaking, do not open, your own will not come without a call
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We are all not related to each other here
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After all, this is a big show "how to reach the finish line on a salary"
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Walk in circles, do not live a day here
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If sitting in a chair under a blanket does not calculate the guilty
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We are looking for something deep inside ourselves
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In dehydrated bodies, near empty wells and wells
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The primeval forest is our last abode
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We burn a signal fire, because we ourselves will not get out of here
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Cut the world into squares - this is our connection
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So we hear a silent, unaddressed call
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Shout through the abyss, you've already been found
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But how can we stop looking for you, Lisa?
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Cut the world into squares - this is our connection
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So we hear a silent, unaddressed call
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Shout through the abyss, you've already been found
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But how can we stop looking for you, Lisa? |