| 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
|
| This is the maximum umbrella
|
| It's just pouring rain.
|
| 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
|
| Strongly you need saints.
|
| And you
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| I don't even believe a third.
|
| Let's quickly pull the lottery
|
| To find out with whom you have to grow old.
|
| Do you see shadows shadows shadows
|
| All our truth will remain in the past.
|
| With any topic, ups, downs,
|
| Uncle Freud will tell you.
|
| And you
|
| I don't even believe a third.
|
| Let's quickly pull the lottery
|
| To find out with whom you have to grow old.
|
| Do you see shadows shadows shadows
|
| 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. |