...I didn't forgive...
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and you have somehow cooled down ... somehow cooled down ...
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the tea has cooled down that I didn’t bring to your bed ...
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only unanswered questions remained in my head, and
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the sugar of your kisses on my lips
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tattered your sleepy voice on the wires
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and if... in the end everything will be fine...
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then... it won't be long before the end - you still have to live...
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flowers in a bouquet ... the first ... how many roses were in it
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you forgot: it means it was not serious...
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between us ... you always apologized heavily,
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and I forgave ... but the wounds in my soul would be sewn up ...
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When you understand everything, I will no longer be around
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We will not count the month by the fifth numbers
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For me everything is simple, for you it is so difficult
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I just wanted you to forget the past in the past
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and kissing... your palms...
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I left... kisses for you there
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and one day... you will get bored if you remember...
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you put your hands on your cheeks...
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in moments of sadness, if you drink, you won't let go...
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when his words about feelings turn out to be crap...
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you will memorize my phone...
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and I changed it a long time ago, you won't recognize the new one...
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And I don't think it will be like that, but if suddenly...
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And I don’t want to at all, nevertheless ... if ... suddenly ...
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You will be reminded of something about me in a light background
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And you get bored... then press your palms to your cheeks...
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just like years ago, closing your eyes
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I will kiss you gently on the cheeks without saying
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with this, even words ... in times not near
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we were silent too, because the words were superfluous
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just like years ago, closing your eyes
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I will inhale your fragrance through your hair
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run your fingers and casually as if
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I will whisper from your palms: "good morning"
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and kissing... your palms...
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I left... kisses for you there
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and one day... you will get bored if you remember...
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you put your hands on your cheeks... |