When you get there - write
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Hurry the bombilla, let it hurry
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Your eyes are like in a Vichy commercial
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I look into them - and a stone from the soul
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If they ask - you don't know me, tell me
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How to let go - a bullet in the door through the floors
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Taxi words, let them hurry
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When you get there, write...
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I had to study the floor in detail, horizontally
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But it’s clear that something was missing from the parent’s bedrooms
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I know ability isn't everything. |
I'm sure that I'm a bad dancer
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And if you hit the veins with a syringe, then spitting on the ground, you would hit me in the face
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And the brother on the floor, AK was blown in the shoulder blade
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And now, the glass is already half empty
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From the pocket of my jacket, the number will be displayed on the LCD
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And you put on your jacket. |
Yes, hurry up
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On which sofa we will decide to grow old
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When you get there - write to me for the soul
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It's time. |
Come on, no fuss
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Put on your jacket, take your bag
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Coconut in the shell, babos - half
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We don't even half admit our guilt
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Happy life - happy
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The capture group is rushing to visit impatiently
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They yell that they will break the entrance
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I smiled, hugged my dear
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He calmed me down and said everything was fine.
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Joking about strippers in Musorsk uniforms
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That now they will begin to undress, as you open the doors -
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And you were ready to believe it
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I was on the floor, AK was blown in the shoulder blade
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You cry, and I can't even give a handkerchief
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Mascara flowed, they say waterproof - they lie
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Take it to Letual tomorrow, let them return it
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When you get there - write
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Hurry the bombilla, let it hurry
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Your eyes are like in a Vichy commercial
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I look into them - and a stone from the soul
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If they ask - you don't know me, tell me
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How to let go - a bullet in the door through the floors
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Taxi words, let them hurry
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When you get there, write...
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When you get there - write
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Hurry the bombilla, let it hurry
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Your eyes are like in a Vichy commercial
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I look into them - and a stone from the soul
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When you get there, write...
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When you get there, write...
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- Where, to whom?
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- Me in jail
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And we are no longer with us. |
And you walk alone under the lights
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But know that I will be a shadow, your continuation in this moment
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And we are no longer with us. |
And you walk alone under the lights
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But know that I will be a shadow, your continuation in this moment |