I can't forget the nights of the 2000s
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It won't burn out
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Even a thousand miles from home
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Respect to those who breathed mood into me,
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Or smoke, who believed in rap, who is still with him,
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Who offered me friendship after knowing the other side
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Who listened to all this nonsense about the soul,
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Who was tempted by me, forgetting loved ones,
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Knowing that I will throw, because I was looking only for you,
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The voice of port hangars, ghost music,
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And you know even more, music is a business,
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Everyone has it, but no one will say where,
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This shit will blow up secretly from a friend,
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Waves rock us in the cities of the world
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Every day one love, the sky above your head,
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What feeds me, in the chronicle of black and white stripes.
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That's right, only this voice
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Eaten from the inside, falling back into the snow,
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Mentally, we leave with children's steps with honest faces,
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Far ahead, close your eyes and repeat this tune
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Everything will be fine, everything will be fine, everything will be fine, everything will be positive.
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He erased those files
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But the words came and went
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Rise and fall on their own
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Time scares me
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'Cause I'm always waiting for the gong
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What a bad weather, there is a bomb in your head,
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How the snow beckoned me with white manna,
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And I wouldn't give a little
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Similarly, the voice is very distant, very lonely, very kind.
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As if your lips are repeating, as if those words, as if it’s close to them
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In this world, know I'm not alone, and our main goal is live broadcast
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My name will be recognized by the new age,
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Let it be in a year or ten years, let it be in a year or ten years,
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Let through life or through death
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Eaten from the inside, falling back into the snow,
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Mentally, we leave with children's steps with honest faces,
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Far ahead, close your eyes and repeat this tune
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Everything will be fine, everything will be fine, everything will be fine, everything will be positive. |