Prove that the news is the last, unbridled desire for rumors
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And the handset falls down and instead of talking crisis
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Heavy beeps, I do not exaggerate and spoil my mood
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And the night will not refuse to search the streets
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Riddles…
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The night will fall on the city with bright colors of evening dresses, smoke, cigarette butts,
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broken dishes wounded the world of our kitchens, this night a challenge to prose, this rain,
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her tears, in the light of traffic lights, perfect everyday life, pregnant with future already weighed
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without scales, maiden secrets under the clarinet solo sings the month of jazz.
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AND WE ARE NOT A COUPLE YET, BUT I WILL TELL HIM ABOUT US SOON…
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Your portrait is published in newspapers,
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Annoying herd secret,
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Do you still remember me?
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Can I seem to disappear?
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New plot, handset to throw,
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tell her everything…
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Because the night will not refuse, look in the streets…
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Riddles…
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The night falls on the city, the bright colors of evening dresses smoke, cigars ranchaki,
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broken dishes wounded the world of our kitchens, this night a challenge to prose, this rain,
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my tears, illuminates the headlights of the traffic police, perfect weekdays, pregnant future already weighed
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without Derez, the girl's secrets under the clarinet solo are sung for a month.
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AND WE ARE NOT A COUPLE YET, BUT I WILL TELL HIM ABOUT US SOON… |