| The whole hoard of allegories written on the table,
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| I will definitely not leave in vain.
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| Your smile or grief, I'm one hundred percent sure,
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| Give me a new rank.
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| The flickering of a floor lamp, a click.
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| And I am blind for a moment.
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| Touch the void and I'm glad that
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| I do not see the bail of a routine srach.
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| January flying into the windows,
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| My nth invite was ignored.
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| In the dirty kitchen we dance our waltz,
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| after, stuffy, smoky vibe.
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| And after all, I am a stone again,
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| I'm flying straight into the gray asphalt.
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| Again ale and stout, assai,
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| And there is no one here to save me.
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| Chorus:
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| We are not continental apart,
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| Disassembled in such detail.
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| And it's not a secret at all
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| But I'm not alone, I'm not alone.
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| To say everything in garlic to her.
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| But this silence is in the order of things.
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| And again, I'm a nobody.
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| Depra flies into an open slot.
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| Verse 2, ChipaChip:
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| And I just spent it yesterday.
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| But apparently there is no sense in this.
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| Again this bar.
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| And it didn't get any better.
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| Fallen dressed on a bunk.
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| I didn't find you nearby, on the side.
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| Playful, beloved and lively.
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| Well, okay, the light didn’t converge on her like a wedge.
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| The moment of joy was not long.
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| One loop is hardly enough for us.
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| And my gaze was too inquisitive.
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| And I shout to the walls: "I don't care, they say."
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| Do not play this wedding with her.
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| Chorus x2:
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| We are not continental apart,
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| Disassembled in such detail.
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| And it's not a secret at all
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| But I'm not alone, I'm not alone.
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| To say everything in garlic to her.
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| But this silence is in the order of things.
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| And again, I'm a nobody.
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| Depra flies into an open slot. |