Lily showers. |
Haze. |
Blazed scarlet
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Drops from the sky - nectar, from the volcano - lava
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And no prayer, no carnival
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Tired cold day, and only praise to you
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Lily showers. |
Haze. |
Blazed scarlet
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Drops from the sky - nectar, from the volcano - lava
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And no prayer, no carnival
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Tired cold day, and only praise to you
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Remember. |
Life is a filmstrip, and we are slides
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Like a teletype signal, drops fly to master the abyss
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Forgive us, father, we are now shadows, we are written in bytes
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And our minds are just colored kaleidoscopes
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Forgive us. |
We, as best we could, created the appearance of life
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They created the appearance of different series, and until the dam broke
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We are just lovers of vibe, hype, what is invisible is a mystery
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Give us poison lime juice, the files are back on the air
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Autumn, winter. |
(Oh) Heads out of phase cosine-sine. |
(OU)
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Leather-rubber. |
(Oh) You'll miss your flight, run to the car
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The Rubik's Cube is spinning, and I'm catching snow with my palms on the run,
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And you fly away forever ... I will never forget you, never, never
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After all, even water cannot wash away these traces,
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But my butterflies didn't reach my stomach
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Yes, and the body no longer holds a blow of one megavolt
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This victory is a disaster. |
That's what our love is called
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Lily showers. |
Haze. |
Blazed scarlet
|
Drops from the sky - nectar, from the volcano - lava
|
And no prayer, no carnival
|
Tired cold day, and only praise to you
|
Lily showers. |
Haze. |
Blazed scarlet
|
Drops from the sky - nectar, from the volcano - lava
|
And no prayer, no carnival
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Tired cold day, and only praise to you
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Shattered mirrors, fragments fall to the floor
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And I don't recognize you, oh well, damn it, I would start to recognize myself
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The past is in the floors and you know - I don't feel sorry for him one bit
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The fish beats against the wall, wants to breathe, pour water into the aquarium!
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Do-re-mi, la-do-mi, different corridors of fate
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It will connect us with you, and the atoms are broken again
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Maybe I was invented by someone? |
A sample was cut from the song, maybe I'm drawn?
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I'll just leave this shattered base and won't come back
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In the new consciousness it is pure - Tabula Rasa, late, the world cannot be turned over
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Do not flood with showers, the voice will show a map of new lands
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"Don't change the world, start with yourself, son" - follow me, i'll show you the way
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Ooh |
Where the sun is warmest. |
Ooh
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Where are we for eternity glare, milky whim
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Where we'll ever be ourselves
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This moment is a myth. |
That's what our love is called
|
Lily showers. |
Haze. |
Blazed scarlet
|
Drops from the sky - nectar, from the volcano - lava
|
And no prayer, no carnival
|
Tired cold day, and only praise to you
|
Lily showers. |
Haze. |
Blazed scarlet
|
Drops from the sky - nectar, from the volcano - lava
|
And no prayer, no carnival
|
Tired cold day, and only praise to you |