| Gritting my teeth, I draw a parallel between us
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| Your lips early in the morning are like caramel to me
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| I come at dawn, you won't hear the cradle,
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| But we have lost everything, we are empty like watercolor
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| Gritting my teeth, I draw a parallel between us
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| Your lips early in the morning are like caramel to me
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| I come at dawn, you won't hear the cradle,
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| But we have lost everything, we are empty like watercolor
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| I look out the window of a forgotten house
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| It makes no sense, you are not there
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| Ohm's law is lost in our constitution
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| We lost attraction
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| I put commas less often, more often dots
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| The sounds of a straight barrel have not been heard in my head for a long time
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| More like a crooked spine at night
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| In the morning I understand, these are all flowers
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| I'm all so cool
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| All of myself
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| But I come home
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| And you see me
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| Without the masks that society puts on
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| Without masks in which we are like vegetables
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| Without the colors of the neon lights of the capital
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| Without fear, because before you there is nothing to be ashamed of
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| Everyone will learn my lyrics for themselves
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| Maybe I'm talking about the muse, and maybe about you
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| Gritting my teeth, I draw a parallel between us
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| Your lips early in the morning are like caramel to me
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| I come at dawn, you won't hear the cradle,
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| But we have lost everything, we are empty like watercolor
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| Gritting my teeth, I draw a parallel between us
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| Your lips early in the morning are like caramel to me
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| I come at dawn, you won't hear the cradle,
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| But we have lost everything, we are empty like watercolor
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| Better kill
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| Don't let it rot
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| And get yourself a tattoo
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| Without heart knocking thread
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| Stop bitch whining
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| I speak to myself
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| I keep singing songs
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| In an incomprehensible language
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| Your name is in the sand
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| I draw with blood
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| Cold on the temple
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| Can't deal with pain
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| Girl from Anapa, my love
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| In my heart I already forgave you, forgive me too
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| Look for me at night somewhere on the moon
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| If I'm not there, then I'm not anywhere
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| I'm floating on the ocean, wrapped in a bag,
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| But about you was the last thought in my head
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| Forgive me for everything
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| And stop being angry
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| I want to let go
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| I don't want to put up
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| If you give me your hand
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| I'll take her tighter
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| Last time I'll call a bitch
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| And I will feel better
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| Gritting my teeth, I draw a parallel between us
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| Your lips early in the morning are like caramel to me
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| I come at dawn, you won't hear the cradle,
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| But we have lost everything, we are empty like watercolor
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| Gritting my teeth, I draw a parallel between us
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| Your lips early in the morning are like caramel to me
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| I come at dawn, you won't hear the cradle,
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| But we have lost everything, we are empty like watercolor |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Карамель , by - Артём Кинг. Song from the album Тут не только я, in the genre Русская поп-музыка