On takeoff to paradise, better make a wish,
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I thought to stay, but the wheels are drowning into the distance
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Of course it was stupid and a little sorry,
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Hear Don't go in, don't judge, don't touch, don't interfere,
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And don't wait, I didn't promise anything
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I don't trust happy guys anymore
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Year after year, I quietly walked so slowly,
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And he got out of a coma and seemed to run,
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In business, everything is clear, as far as I remember, I didn’t mess up,
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And this daring fire burned in my soul,
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?Forcing the sun behind the moon, into the pocket like a ball,
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Life rolled down like a drunken Pierre Richard,
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And know I don't give a damn about a good outcome,
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While I blindly believed, someone was preparing a retreat,
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But we know that sunrise will come after sunset,
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And if you don’t press on the breakdown, then there will be a passage
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When almost the whole world is at knifepoint,
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And income does not grow by leaps and bounds,
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You thought already checkmate, but it's a check
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Wooooo
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Consider your next step.
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People from all sides are like flocks of crows,
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But new faces are hidden by masks and a hood,
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And what can a cartridge case do without a bullet, and together - a cartridge,
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Wooooo
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Change a stool for a throne
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In the end, I'm alone with myself,
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And I don't know how to forget everything that I've done,
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Do not turn back the time that flowed like a river,
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I'm flying, and the janitor is diligently cleaning the glass,
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I hear the beating of the heart and the noise of the rustling of tires,
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I don't understand why I messed everything up,
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Always striving, flying and hurrying somewhere,
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And these were false targets, only mirages,
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I have always said out loud what cannot be silent,
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From childhood I understood the meaning of the word "friends",
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Later I understood the value of the word "love",
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She has tears from her eyes, and I'm bleeding on the walls,
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Hopelessly turned off my silent phone,
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I'm very tired, I put a lot on the line,
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Like roulette burning through young years,
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The years are slipping away and the firmaments are closing.
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When almost the whole world is at knifepoint,
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And income does not grow by leaps and bounds,
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You thought already checkmate, but it's a check
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Wooooo
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Consider your next step.
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People from all sides are like flocks of crows,
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But new faces are hidden by masks and a hood,
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And what can a cartridge case do without a bullet, and together - a cartridge,
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Wooooo
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Change a stool for a throne
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Change a stool for a throne
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Next step
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