| Night. |
| Roofs of private sectors
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| Dogs howl from the yards.
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| Only the moon and stars smolder, smolder in the dark.
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| Know that I won't be coming home today
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| I've wanted this for so long...
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| Just don't worry about me!
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| The little one has grown up!
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| The little one has grown up!
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| I go where love awaits me
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| And behind it is an empty pain.
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| I'll sink a little and drown her in the dark.
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| And let's go! |
| Where there are a lot of boys...
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| Where they recognize if they dare ...
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| Dad, don't worry about me!
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| The little one has grown up!
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| The little one has grown up!
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| And I don't care where the wind blows
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| From swamps to peaks...
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| Be sure: I will survive in any hole,
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| In the meantime - do not look for a car in the yard
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| For your calls, the mobile sat down
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| Dad, just get used to it!
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| The little one has grown up!
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| Red light. |
| Crossroads and the first cop
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| Turn off the headlights, wind the yards! |
| Howling sirens...
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| The little one has grown up!
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| Noisy flat. |
| There's a wild slam in the hallway
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| Garbage from the balcony, posters from the walls. |
| Fucked up completely?
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| The little one has grown up!
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| Red light. |
| Crossroads and the first cop
|
| Turn off the headlights, wind the yards! |
| Howling sirens...
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| The little one has grown up!
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| Noisy flat. |
| There's a wild slam in the hallway
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| Garbage from the balcony, posters from the walls. |
| Fucked up completely? |