Life will blur flowers on glass,
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We will not find meaning in this quote.
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But we regret that there is no umbrella on the day,
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When you need to move, because you will be so tight.
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And my years are flying into the void,
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And only on my lungs all day someone puts a tattoo.
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I won't find you at night, the flashback is very, very,
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And such a secondary one is definitely not for that exemplary daughter.
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Glasses frame wished us luck
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Compass, where is our fucking space
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Let the f*ck the effect not ... (?)
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And then I began to understand what was happening here, mother
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Their matic is slipping, but I did not delve into the entire transit of mathematics
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What did you find, you ask, in this drug
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Corrals in Gothic style, I kill sneakers not according to the weather
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Phils are piled on packages, samples are nostalgic.
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Happenes. |
I put on my shoes, I go out a little sleepy
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That I will live this day like everyone else with me on a dare
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I was serious only when I took a photo for a passport,
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And I realized that being serious is terrible.
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Life will blur flowers on glass,
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We will not find meaning in this quote.
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But we regret that there is no umbrella on the day
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When you need to move, because you will be so tight.
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Wherever you are, wherever you go,
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Again in the hood, there is a rustle on the cap
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And impudent thoughts will ask for more.
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The body will be depleted into rubbish,
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The world is too bad to see from the narrow lye
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And you won't be forgiven here
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Just come and tell everyone: what are you?!
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I'm a little lost, I don't get off the drugs,
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It could easily happen here to each of you.
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I don't understand why this is happening to me,
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I'm so paranoid, I understand perfectly well what's wrong with me.
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I would not like a smeared look to shoot you at a selfie,
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And all trust was gone in the eyes of your virgin.
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And you again collect a fucking useless circus,
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And the views cut the soul like old photo scissors.
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You are very opposite, then by mistake,
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After all, they are put from the cover to the pictures.
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And you're just again so completely unpredisposed,
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You drown in puddles, breathing in ... (?) with the idea of having dinner. |