They say love is poison
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And they do not sing songs about her, they are silent.
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They say: treat, don't treat,
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Doctors are powerless in this today.
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And so the whole day, and so the whole year.
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They say it will soon pass.
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Or maybe not, when forever.
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Or maybe, or maybe...
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Chorus:
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Or maybe there is such a lalalay,
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What loves dying lalalay.
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The story is so lalaylay
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Or maybe there isn't one.
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Everyone forgot about her, lalalay.
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Only one in the whole world lalalay.
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And until morning in the apartment
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Doesn't turn off the light.
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And it seems to be yes and it seems to be no,
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They say it's all bullshit.
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Some kind of magician, evil genius, eccentric -
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He invented love and called it that.
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That lives somewhere and makes a bed,
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From white flowers draws a blizzard.
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She is sad about something and does not sleep at night,
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And he knows, and he knows...
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Chorus:
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Or maybe there is such a lalalay,
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What loves dying lalalay.
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The story is so lalaylay
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Or maybe there isn't one.
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Everyone forgot about her, lalalay.
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Only one in the whole world lalalay.
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And until morning in the apartment
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Doesn't turn off the light.
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Or maybe there is such a lalalay,
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What loves dying lalalay.
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The story is so lalaylay
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Or maybe there isn't one.
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Everyone forgot about her, lalalay.
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Only one in the whole world lalalay.
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And until morning in the apartment
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Doesn't turn off the light.
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Or maybe there is such a lalalay,
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What loves dying lalalay.
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The story is so lalaylay
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Or maybe there isn't one. |