| I could paint the moon
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| I could paint the moon your favorite color
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| I could do a lot, but only now there is no sense
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| After all, everything that happens to us is complete nonsense
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| And I twist again, even though it and brings harm (Lie)
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| The answer to your question is my nod, water in my eyes
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| Fuck you sending, casually scattered words
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| Don't wake up excitement in me, nerves like a steel rope
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| You run the risk of catching your neck, I would hardly be happy
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| Yes, I exposed the truth, as if on a knife edge
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| I ran to you, my panther, even mistress
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| Yes, perhaps offended, changed his rage to a smile
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| My dull eyes against the warmth in postcards
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| Worse than torture, gallows, all this nonsense
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| In your head, baby, but a sober look is not listed
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| And you don’t live in peace, you make mousse out of problems
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| Feed Max - it's underway, add tears to taste
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| My head is fucked by the lady ace of hearts
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| Yes, where does it come from? |
| I'm in no hurry to understand
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| This damn cross and load, I'm afraid I can't drag
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| Let me breathe, breathe in. |
| I asked you to rest
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| Quarrel, noise and din - in a relationship of bedlam
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| You groped your fangs - everything went to hell
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| The leopard disappeared into the shadows, and the panther was sad
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| In blankets sheets, the smell of style disappears
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| You persistently call, but no one answers (tea-tea-tea-tea)
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| I cut off the phone, I'm neither happy nor sad (chalen-chalen-chalen-chalen)
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| Thoughts - background for walking, moored to the area from the centers (chalil-chalil-chalil-chalil)
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| Home rap and hydropon, remember how we met (hey hey)
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| But, alas, the ball is over, interest in you is gone
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| I bathed you in love, than I bribed you
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| I call you at one in the morning, adequate, but not very
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| I tell you: "Goodbye!", No, panther, more urine
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| I could paint the moon your favorite color
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| I could do a lot, but now there is no sense
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| After all, everything that happens to us is complete nonsense
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| And I'm spinning again even though it hurts (Lie)
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| Lie, lie, lie, lie
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| E, lie, lie
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| I could paint the moon your favorite color
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| Lie, lie, lie, lie |