| It is so often clear without words where it all led.
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| Slow rhythm, lights are on there.
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| I'm unlikely to become your new favorite.
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| The peppy, toy announcer is again broadcasting in the morning in the box.
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| The clock is ticking, no appetite.
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| It's not on the way, right? |
| Feelings again somersault.
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| After libido again, resentment flies in a personal.
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| It’s just that the thrill again is finally not me.
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| I'll call, the boys will bring treats.
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| Our years are unfinished sentences.
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| A new dream flies out the door
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| But today everything is not so, everything is not so now.
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| Shifted on you, ready to trust my safe.
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| Take you by the hand and calmly go bald.
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| In yellow-yellow park
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| I'll leave a marker on the bench.
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| And I'll think "Well, f*ck her!"
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| I broke you like the easiest hacker program.
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| Khaki night. |
| Jitters, shortness of breath.
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| I'm resting here, kitty, I'm fine.
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| I need to recharge, I'll get up early.
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| I'll make it so that the whole bass yelled.
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| To live sometimes is good, wrapped the room with a ferry.
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| I'll look for a couple of minutes, so put up at least a dome.
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| I spend all these dolls, let them blow their lips.
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| The purely personal will not go further than the familiar kitchen.
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| Late in the evening I will understand
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| Why are you so warm with him.
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| How to kill yourself - do not look for a way.
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| Let's just talk about it later.
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| In a slow-slow waltz
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| Don't try to kill yourself again.
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| Time slips through your fingers,
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| And over there, in front, it's all dark.
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| In a slow-slow waltz
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| Don't try to kill yourself again.
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| Time slips through your fingers,
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| And over there, in front, it's all dark.
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| New songs and their lyrics |