I did not understand everything from these decades,
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I didn't understand everything, but you run away.
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I didn't understand everything, I broke the studs,
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I broke the lens, I look at the black screen.
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I really like this plot
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I like having a boss.
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You like it so much when there is a boss,
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And he can't stand people like you, wool.
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Here, get acquainted with such a paradox,
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I built a small town out of them myself,
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Your fashionable outfit and Brotsky handbags,
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I only have the smell of cigarettes, sketches of a flush.
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Youth, the smell of lilacs,
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Well, you dial there if you have time.
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Very tired on foot from training,
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Arrows run much faster.
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I ask you to take a step towards me,
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To fly from this roof together with you.
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And you spin this ball, loudly,
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It's hot, it's crowded, so what's wrong with you?
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It's nothing more than a dream
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This is the maximum umbrella
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It's just pouring rain.
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This is a glare of the past hours
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Through considerable zoom,
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It's so much down below
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Strongly you need saints.
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And you
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I don't even believe a third.
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Let's quickly pull the lottery
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To find out with whom you have to grow old.
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Do you see shadows shadows shadows
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All our truth will remain in the past.
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With any topic, ups, downs,
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Uncle Freud will tell you.
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And you
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I don't even believe a third.
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Let's quickly pull the lottery
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To find out with whom you have to grow old.
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Do you see shadows shadows shadows
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All our truth will remain in the past.
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With any topic, ups, downs,
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Uncle Freud will tell you.
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It was all the beginning
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It was all the silence of the spell.
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That was it, you set off, ciao,
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Taking the sun with you, leaving no beam.
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My head
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They will not answer them.
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Stress, paranoia dance bachata
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While I'm typing nth chats.
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You like it so much when there is a boss,
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I like having a boss.
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Like a crazy,
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I'm burning an invented paradise in a hut.
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You don't like this story
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Don't like this story.
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We always had everything through F,
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Vimes in courage, again the maximum number of victims.
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I ask you to take a step towards me,
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To fly from this roof together with you.
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And you spin this ball, loudly,
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It's hot and cramped, so what's wrong with you?
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It's nothing more than a dream
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This is the maximum umbrella
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It's just pouring rain.
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This is a glare of the past hours
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Through considerable zoom,
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It's so much down below
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Strongly you need saints.
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And you
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I don't even believe a third.
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Let's quickly pull the lottery
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To find out with whom you have to grow old.
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Do you see shadows shadows shadows
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All our truth will remain in the past.
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With any topic, ups, downs,
|
Uncle Freud will tell you.
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And you
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I don't even believe a third.
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Let's quickly pull the lottery
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To find out with whom you have to grow old.
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Do you see shadows shadows shadows
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All our truth will remain in the past.
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With any topic, ups, downs,
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Uncle Freud will tell you. |