Every now and then we hang out on hinged balconies
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Mounted Mounted Mounted (oooh)
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My feelings are blooming because I'm waiting for spring
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Waiting for spring waiting for spring waiting for spring (yo) (x2)
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(Verse)
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Once missed, we know exactly where we don’t want
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The other day the birds sang songs (all but mine)
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Between the fingers of nicotine, between the hemispheres of the negative
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Roll roll your rollers, I twist the pegs on the fender
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I'll raise the fader, (ok) The hysteria will go away with the winter
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I will meet you the sun (Mono will turn into stereo)
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The heart will give one hundred and forty bpm, and a beat from the series
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In which everything is so bright and warm (this is not sepia for you)
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Leaves bloom, embellish the city in greenery
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The guys raise the cash, and yes, I'm talking about plants
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The speakers are tearing bass, in the evenings the neighbors swear
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We hear every time, and we promise "he is the last"
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We spend not a single sunset and meet not a single dawn
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Wonders and songs are all around us, as if in a Disney cartoon
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Forgetting about everyday, gray, sadness from Russia
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We party while we're young. |
Spring caught in its nets
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(Chorus)
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Every now and then we hang out on mounted balconies (Hinged)
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Mounted Mounted Mounted (oooh)
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My feelings are blooming because I'm waiting for spring (Waiting for spring)
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Waiting for spring waiting for spring waiting for spring (yo) (x2) |