There is something too good, unimaginably beautiful. |
When the going starts from the gloves,
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it goes fast
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And we enjoy every moment. |
There is no one here who can walk on water
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Nothing that everyone can't see here. |
The doors creak as the neighbor rattles
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Some break, others learn to bend. |
A ball full of things you can't do
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influence
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Spend a little moment in my thoughts. |
What a face from mom's little princesses
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bed bugs?
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The superheroes' capes turn into twists and turns and the planned route suddenly changes
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to twist
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It was yesterday when the little vessels were still singing from heaven, now they are burning in hell
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Children are no longer seen laughing in the park. |
Those skids are now rocking load sheets around their necks,
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but I don't forget
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Who am I? |
Who am I?
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Model citizens in their model folders. |
Life is smiling and everything is shining
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One, two, everything stays away from the windows. |
The woman from the neighborhood is taken away
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away again by ambulance
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Who am I? |
Who am I?
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The neighbor comes again with his Corolla from the dune. |
It greets, but not a smile
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never spreads from the lips
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Although it is polite, its eyes do not smile. |
That's what you're thinking about |
behind the mask is sizzling
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You never know what's going on in someone else's head. |
When the spirit of the bottle takes
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power, and cries are heard
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And although it is not the rule but the exception. |
Ni many think wife
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beating is its right
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And apparently that's what the neighbor thought, or they just had really slippery ones
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tiles
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The wife was wearing glasses, although it wasn't bright, and the bruises can be seen through the glasses
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on the face
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But at some stage everyone's measure is filled, and the weaker person just does
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what must
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And it might get funny in the booze heads. |
That scumbag next door broke his neck
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stair step
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Who am I? |
Who am I?
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Model citizens in their model folders. |
Life is smiling and everything is shining
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One, two, everything stays away from the windows. |
The woman from the neighborhood is taken away
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away again by ambulance
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Who am I? |
Who am I?
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Ya, the neighbor is going strong, the neighbor has a nice Porsche, and some bruises
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presumably also rag doors
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And I understand the noise, that guy is pressing hard. |
That's why the whole staircase uses the evening
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coming in earplugs
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Nobody here is an alcoholic, the baby has colic and therefore it would be pointless |
trouble the police
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Or even if it wasn't, why should we. |
Can't tell whose hand there
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should include a knife
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And nobody here knows anything about them, because nobody knows about the apartment
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out and not in
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It's best to keep the doors closed to stay out of trouble. |
Close your eyes, you're not kidding
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everyone would be happy
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A week has passed and there is no need to think about how to do it. |
Not Huuda, nor the child
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don't cry anymore
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Everything is fine again, it's calm now. |
You can forget everything with earplugs
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from the shopping list
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Who am I? |
Who am I?
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Model citizens in their model folders. |
Life is smiling and everything is shining
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One, two, everything stays away from the windows. |
The woman from the neighborhood is taken away
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away again by ambulance
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Who am I? |
Who am I?
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Was it you? |