You rub your eyes and the world floats
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Head is cracking at the seams
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Under the blanket of warm dreams
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Thought-horses do not let me sleep sweetly
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(Hey)
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Apparently it's not enough for us to close our eyes
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Apparently, apparently little
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Apparently it's not enough for us to press the pedal
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Apparently, apparently little
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Apparently it's not enough for us to be someone
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Apparently, apparently, apparently not enough
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Apparently we don’t have enough other people’s advice
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Apparently not enough for us, not enough for us
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Apparently not enough for us, not enough for us
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(pr, pr)
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The voice of the Minsk outskirts is in touch
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They thought they knew Buckey the rude,
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But buoy swam there, buoy swam there
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(Hey) the voice of the Minsk outskirts
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Raised the culture of subsistence balls while you adjusted your tie
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Voice of the Minsk outskirts
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I braid a lasso for naive horses
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Where are they, proud horses
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To where we have often been and where our neighbor is savvy with a word
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Where are they, proud horses
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Everything is trampled down there and the first-born are not destined to drink the spring, where are they
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Apparently it's not enough for us to close our eyes
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Apparently, apparently little
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Apparently it's not enough for us to press the pedal
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Apparently, apparently little
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Apparently it's not enough for us to be someone
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Apparently, apparently, apparently not enough
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Apparently we don’t have enough other people’s advice
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Where are they, proud horses
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To where we have often been and where our neighbor is savvy with a word
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Where are they, proud horses
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Everything is trampled down there and the first-born are not destined to drink the spring (where are they)
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Drink the spring, drink the spring, drink the spring
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Where are they, proud horses |