I will spend myself on you, on a ticket; |
and into the porthole
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The world (m) will not seem familiar, we are almost invisible.
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And I, away - to nowhere, we are not there, and I don’t need to.
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No, I’m lying, of course, well, it’s necessary very much.
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Chorus:
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The sky is inexplicable, if not you - not to your liking
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Decaffeinated coffee, I'm without you, missing and without things.
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The sky is inexplicable, if not you - no one at all.
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Decaffeinated coffee, I'm without you, without mind and without things.
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Without things, I-ah-ah ... Without things, I-ah-ah ...
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Without things, I-ah-ah ...
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I am without you, without luggage behind my back - and without a suitcase;
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To make it easier for me to fly, but it's harder this way.
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And I, somewhere far away, in a straight line, dreams in my pockets.
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They keep lying to me about you, but I still believe.
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The sky is inexplicable, if not you - not to your liking
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Decaffeinated coffee, I'm without you, missing and without things.
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The sky is inexplicable, if not you - no one at all.
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Decaffeinated coffee, I'm without you, without mind and without things.
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Without things, I-ah-ah ... Without things, I-ah-ah ...
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Without things, I-ah-ah ...
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Without things, I-ah-ah ... without things, I-ah-ah ...
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Without things, I-ah-ah ...
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The sky is inexplicable, if not you - not to your liking
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Decaffeinated coffee, I'm without you, missing and without things.
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The sky is inexplicable, if not you - no one at all.
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Decaffeinated coffee, I'm without you, without mind and without things. |