| Seasons, my friends, here is to the end!
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| For once I laugh in this last moment
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| I think I finally drained your spit, the last fluid in this cyst
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| I found a thought in which you fit, a sweet manifesto of bliss
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| I can hear them bomb the world outside my heart tonight, there’s no other time
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| Do you hear them, the world outside yours?
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| We lose our hips to the sound of apocalypse
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| At the town hall square I met you with no fear
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| We embraced like we cared —
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| «Happy New Year’s, dear»
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| I think I’m stoned and very drunk
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| Warm blood circles in my soul
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| I feel reborn in the sun, I might be hollow but whole
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| I can hear them bomb the world outside my heart tonight, there’s no other time
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| Do you hear them, the world outside yours?
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| We lose our hips to the sound of apocalypse
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| I’m careless; |
| let it all burn
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| I’m careless; |
| don’t you I’m dancing?
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| I’m careless; |
| let it all burn
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| I’m careless; |
| don’t you I’m dancing?
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Love x16
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| I think no one endures love
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| We fall in love then fall apart
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| Any cause can call it off, if not, time will stain your red heart
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| We can hear them bomb the world outside our hearts tonight
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| There’s no other time
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| Let them bomb the world outside our hearts
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| We lose our hips to the sound of apocalypse |