| Everything around me floats
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| Everything around me floats
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| Everything around me floats
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| Like I'm on the surface of the water
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| Everything around me floats
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| Everything around me floats
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| Everything around me floats
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| Like I'm on the surface of the water
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| Oil painting outside the window - autumn, London
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| Marks, weed, lali topless twists ass
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| This is how my September goes
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| I drink nine in one gulp and the flight passes in a swoop
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| I plunge into a deep sleep - everything around me floats
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| In it I'm pale like a kane, inside a big alley
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| We smoke a joint, it snows, I become even kinder
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| It's strange where I am, but it's cool here, strong wind
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| Do not tell me, because I blow a hundred times a hundred thousand times stronger
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| I forgot about Fembre Island - DMT, Bacardi, lime
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| Crowds of pale youth in a stuffy club, crowds of lali
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| They often twitch their elbows and shake their heads
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| Everyone is dressed extremely gloomy, kilometers of black fabric
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| I slide along the edges of buildings, there is no goal in this wandering
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| I do not feel sadness, but there are no desires either
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| I don't feel frost, and there is no sense of distance
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| Time does not exist here - an hour is like a hundred thousand years
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| All in my brain
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| lately things
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| All in my brain
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| lately things
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| It's so cozy here, I found charm in the gray scale
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| Smell the sweet smell where the boys are like barney's farm
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| Diving face first into Wonderbra, he questioned himself once more
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| Who am I and why my trip is a bunch of boy trips
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| Over the years of life from me, I seem to have changed the screen
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| And I watch from the corner how quickly the doctor
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| They take me away in their arms, they pierce two cubes into my heart,
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| But too late my result is earth, tombstone
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| Emptiness befell me, but I have no time to suffer
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| After all, I returned to the snowy land, from where I started earlier
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| And I will stay forever, with this crazy white guy
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| I will become a mine of his knowledge, where did he get it all
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| A little weed and I'll be at the helm of his freestyles
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| Over and over again later growing into tracks on the lips
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| And everyone around him is muttering - smoking too much ganja
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| I laugh and go to my cozy subtle plan |