Chorus:
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And again these lines will run across the screen,
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She loves to sing karaoke so much.
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And let's get up early tomorrow, the morning will be cruel,
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And let Nokia not take it in the basement.
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But again these lines will run across the screen,
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She loves to sing karaoke so much.
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And on soft sofas he will wait for his turn,
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Let it be so difficult for her to take these high notes.
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All over again, tests in magazines, friends in a cafe.
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Recently broke up, fatigue remained, and a scar on her soul.
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At work - a madhouse, at the institute - a diploma, the same Faberge, only on the side.
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She doesn’t need sharp plots, let everything be simple sometimes.
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Chorus:
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And again these lines will run across the screen,
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She loves to sing karaoke so much.
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And let's get up early tomorrow, the morning will be cruel,
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And let Nokia not take it in the basement.
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But again these lines will run across the screen,
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She loves to sing karaoke so much.
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And on soft sofas he will wait for his turn,
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Let it be so difficult for her to take these high notes.
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He sings about a cruel world, about someone far away, but still about himself.
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She will take sushi, let her ears rest from her loud victories.
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Dress with a blue tint, she is so beautiful with a glass of Rocher.
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And in the book of all your records, she would be the girl of the year.
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Chorus:
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And again these lines will run across the screen,
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She loves to sing karaoke so much.
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And let's get up early tomorrow, the morning will be cruel,
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And let Nokia not take it in the basement.
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But again these lines will run across the screen,
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She loves to sing karaoke so much.
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And on soft sofas he will wait for his turn,
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Let it be so difficult for her to take these high notes.
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And now everywhere: from Presnya to Jersey,
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Karaoke systems with the latest version.
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As if someone's sabotage, like in front of a mirror in childhood.
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And Kaspersky itself will not kill this brutal virus.
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Girl, you are so beautiful, well, why are you singing?
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But inexplicable forces pull her to this strange note.
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And she finishes her sushi, and her cheeks are already burning,
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Forgetting about the lies and squabbles, other people's outbursts. |
After all, there is still so much life.
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Takes a deep breath.
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Chorus:
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And again these lines will run across the screen,
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She loves to sing karaoke so much.
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And let's get up early tomorrow, the morning will be cruel,
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And let Nokia not take it in the basement.
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But again these lines will run across the screen,
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She loves to sing karaoke so much.
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And on soft sofas he will wait for his turn,
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Let it be so difficult for her to take these high notes. |