| Synthetic space...
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| I go down the central bridge, centimeters of breathing, meters of smiles in kilometers
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| expectations
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| Light natural sound from the speakers at full power, time makes it possible to be
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| be careful
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| My city froze in silence, two hours on the dial, faces flicker in the night,
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| The sentimental beauty was beaten, I'm still where life is in full swing,
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| Welcome to spacious synthetic space floors and growth of my questions
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| my hell day
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| Among the skyscrapers, we are like snow, this is the first laugh, success for many,
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| that left a mark on the vanilla sky,
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| As if in a cradle I look at a cherry sunset, nirvana spread sheets on the walls,
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| Slow rustle of bright and beautiful stars like sex under ecstasy, my beautiful life
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| only fantasy,
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| Yesterday she landed in a wedding dress, an evening under Henessy, in a double dance,
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| ring of a thousand galaxies,
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| I am indivisible, inside me the world is as before without a name, I am on the edge of this universe,
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| I touch the house with my hands, and the muse dissolves in the music again and again...
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| Chorus:
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| Further a little more much sharper than before, a little later the duration of that
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| same
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| And this is my life now, leave my future.
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| Further a little more much sharper than before, a little later the duration of that
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| same
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| And this is my life now, leave my future.
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| Heavy eyelids in a macrocosmic shell, thoughts in the morning to catch euphoria
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| new,
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| Beat the entrance walls with a marker, cover me with a blanket and come down to me again
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| under the sky,
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| To a place where heaven is a little lower than the first with miserable mischief, the radiance of dirty
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| avenues under nero
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| Here, half asleep, a call to the mobile will wake me up, my feeling is long in the taxi
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| or at a rusty bus stop
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| Arthur kaenchik, winked at me crossing the expanses of hot asphalt,
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| temperature +40 stafich per 8 acres,
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| I’ll get out in sneakers as soon as I get enough sleep without tracks and fashionable banknotes with just two
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| liters of juice
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| The wind will disperse the melancholy little by little, my subscriber is not available for rapping, katyunya lapulya,
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| you won't burn me
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| Because of tuning, if you are with your mother in Tsum, I evaporate at dusk, mdma will yield to me.
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| Chorus:
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| Further a little more much sharper than before, a little later the duration of that
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| same
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| And this is my life now, leave my future.
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| Further a little more much sharper than before, a little later the duration of that
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| same
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| And this is my life now, leave my future. |