Can't see, can't see
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The route is no more
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Bridge over the River Abyss
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And we entered that world.
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Dancing,
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Beautiful dancing on the hood
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Clouds of a midnight drunk to the rhythms of a trance.
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Navigator straight up draws three more hours -
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And we are in the village of Seventh Heaven ...
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Can't see, can't see
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Not a single thing is visible
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Under the eyes, under the eyes
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dark circles,
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We are going, we are going
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Just don't fall asleep
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Drive, do not fall asleep, drive blindly, I insure you
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Prayers, threats, blackmail,
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He, as always, does not listen, is silent and smokes upstairs
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And I can't see, I can't see, I can't see anything
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But he doesn't see anything either.
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Don't look at the road
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You are floating in my face,
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Let me get to the place
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not talking to me,
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Don't look at the road
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let me get to the place
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Today I am a beautiful, beautiful bride!
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Bride -
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striped dress,
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Bride -
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I smoke a cigarette
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Bride -
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yours or yours forever
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I am a bride
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With a bouquet of garlic!
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Angels in feathers
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Experienced - in the mysteries,
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Beginners - in touching church superstitions,
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Party at Bob's
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So far, there's a lot
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He doesn't look at the road
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Doesn't look at the road.
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Just don't fall asleep
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He does not look at the road -
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Resting sniper -
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He does not look at the road -
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The viper exhales a thousand-year-old steam -
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thousand years on the road,
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I can not see anything,
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Can't see, can't see
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It's not clear for an hour and a half where we're going,
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We are driving along his cataract, we are driving,
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Is he upstairs or even downstairs,
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But now we are sure where we are - we are in his eye,
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And this track is all on the retina of his eye,
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Fighting was a dark idea inside his eye
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The world is upside down in his crazy eye
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The curtain has long been drawn in his steel eye.
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Light years did not convey one thing to us:
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We died a long time ago
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He killed us a long time ago
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But the cut of the eye heals for a million years,
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This is a serious harm - so says our forensic doctor,
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Don't look at the road
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Let me get to the place
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Don't look at the road
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let me get to the place
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Do not look at me,
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Let me get to the place
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Today I am a beautiful, beautiful bride!
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Bride -
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striped dress,
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Bride -
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I smoke a cigarette
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Bride -
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Yours or yours forever
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I am a bride
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With a bouquet of garlic. |