Chorus:
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It's a minute life, and we still don't get along
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And also too lazy to run to do things.
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Time is yula, it seems like I saw you recently,
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And then he drew on the sheets from memory by the light of the lamps.
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It's a minute life, and we still don't get along
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And also too lazy to run to do things.
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Time is yula, it seems like I saw you recently,
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And then he drew on the sheets from memory by the light of the lamps.
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Minute life, bitter taste,
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He threw girls out like juicy bitten apples.
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On the one hand, oh well, that's enough
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I am sober and sensible, stupidly stuck the pads in my ears.
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And he wrote something on a piece of paper, caught a hike
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Outside the window is the street where I studied bad things for a long time.
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So rarely appearing at home, I don’t remember much,
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But I remember your old number and don't give a fuck**.
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You don't care, like me, pour, the truth is in the wine,
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There on TV there is no this rubbish and there is a downpour.
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It's a tin, how many floors I flew, falling from the third,
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Plus three years of flight, you didn't meet me.
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Could without makeup and half-dressed after all
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In any way, you will cry, after we finish everything with *exom.
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I myself flew from these decks like a name from my lips
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Girls I knew I would soon run away from.
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Chorus:
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It's a minute life, and we still don't get along
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And also too lazy to run to do things.
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Time is yula, it seems like I saw you recently,
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And then he drew on the sheets from memory by the light of the lamps.
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It's a minute life, and we still don't get along
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And also too lazy to run to do things.
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Time is yula, it seems like I saw you recently,
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And then he drew on the sheets from memory by the light of the lamps.
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Soaring like a hawk in the sky, fell, it's me from three,
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You are as far from me as the earth is from the roof of a skyscraper.
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Dial dumb, erase numbers, of course,
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And your name catches the sky from the lips of not London.
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Do you still remember? |
And I forgot, ah ** t,
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What was happening with us, I saw a long time ago with these.
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I saw in those not love, but exchanged high,
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Pussies and seals until one of the two barks.
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What did you do? |
Too late to grab the eraser
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Melted plastic, thoughts: f*ck she gave up on you at all.
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Running from yourself according to the classics, throwing a request in ICQ
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It used to be a canal, I don’t argue, but don’t even try now.
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Weeks smoldered on courage, you dreamed in April
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All your charms and types are much more mature.
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And it was not by chance that we were led here with her,
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To check whose feelings here quickly fade.
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Chorus:
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It's a minute life, and we still don't get along
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And also too lazy to run to do things.
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Time is yula, it seems like I saw you recently,
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And then he drew on the sheets from memory by the light of the lamps.
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It's a minute life, and we still don't get along
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And also too lazy to run to do things.
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Time is yula, it seems like I saw you recently,
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And then he drew on the sheets from memory by the light of the lamps.
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New songs and their lyrics |