And morning again, my eyes are open, but I sleep as if
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It seems everything is cool, but nothing worthwhile
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The city is phoning through a square of cloudy glass
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Hiding behind tinting, avoiding crowded places
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I am the captain of the ship that rushes to the day of judgment
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In this sense, thoughts give a fair wind
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In the crowd, quietly touching the creepy look
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One minute, whatever one may say, but go, go. |
mercury
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I feel cold in my chest, and now the crowds are behind,
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But he was ahead of the curve. |
Come on. |
Why bother?
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Wander, rave and again fall into new networks
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Every night I hear the screams of the neighbors
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I smell gasoline
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Burnt rubber, neighbor's dog, plus rat poison
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Like Hiroshima - we all are inextinguishable
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Presses on the shoulders with such force that many mowed down
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Day after day I feel the pressure of the array
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If it held before, then it hasn't let go now
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This is the X-ray flooring familiar to undertakers.
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Denying everything, he shaved, but then raised again
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I wonder if you would forgive what I didn't forgive?
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The fight of momentary passion, the soul is worth saving
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Build-destroy bridges, forgive, fiercely revenge
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Stop! |
Enough sadness over the abyss! |
Still gotta row!
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Leaves swirl fast in the wind
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I beg you, don't leave, stop!
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A fierce cold in my chest is my last breath
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Please don't leave...
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Silence is not enough, I bite into silence
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I feel not someone else's pain, not pain.
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Decided! |
Stop smoking
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Hey there, be quiet! |
Well, gotta get outta here
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Into the car myself, son and wife
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I thought away from the background, and the background is outside the area
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Cities, countries, planets, especially at home
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And then a lot of GB and in the studio.
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From the monitors, heat and cold are pouring straight into the city
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The boar froze at the post. |
powder
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In the districts, the unclean are hiding in burrows
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And again there is a commotion and I am unable to take a breath
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I breathe out, and that's good too
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Constantly heating up, cooling down, heating up
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Of course, I can burst, but I'm hardening like that
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I confess, I shake it on my mustache, and every day it gets stronger and stronger
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I'm not afraid, because I know - it's them
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I come close to my reflection in the mirror
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Previously, the eyes burned, now they are somehow faded
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I fly and think -
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And those who went out through this window, into this anthill city
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Where people are like mice... Enough! |
Quiet…
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Leaves swirl fast in the wind
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I beg you, don't leave, stop!
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A fierce cold in my chest is my last breath
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Please don't leave... |