| Chorus:
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| This is my inner cold frozen within the hall
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| Half empty, I don't say a word.
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| Sticky look, exhale, winamp and give you muzlo
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| This is my inner cold frozen within the hall
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| Half empty, I don't say a word.
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| Sticky look, exhale, winamp and give you muzlo
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| When the street forgets me, mike is off
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| The room is empty, and outside the window somewhere is May.
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| The clouds don't roll, the silence doesn't lift the veil
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| There is no fuss and cries of guys: you need to cut down the shmals.
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| No empty bottles of alcohol
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| There are no eyes asking for rest, the view of the bunks.
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| There are no gray buildings, there are only colored, new ones
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| And as always, we are going nowhere, at the wrong time.
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| We didn’t have time to become anyone, we left the words on bits
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| You can call it a text or a minute life.
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| Morning barking, after tight relaxation
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| You can dial to the beeline. |
| Okay, what are you up to?
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| When the street forgets me, it will erase like an eraser
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| My silhouette is in the head of everyone with whom they grew up from elementary grades.
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| And I'm sure that everything will be great for all of you here
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| It's a pity that I will never burn your eyes, but.
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| Chorus:
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| This is my inner cold frozen within the hall
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| Half empty, I don't say a word.
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| Sticky look, exhale, winamp and give you muzlo
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| This is my inner cold frozen within the hall
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| Half empty, I don't say a word.
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| Sticky look, exhale, winamp and give you muzlo
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| When the street forgets me like an old address
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| An old acquaintance in quotation marks, with whom they were friends in childhood.
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| When the container flies off like a button in three tight runs
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| With whom they died together in one common pit.
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| No lave for tickets to the center.
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| No hope or is it a dream in the middle of summer?
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| Cold, sand, time, thali planet.
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| Sorry, here ... just suddenly the same life on the moon there.
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| Your system, your sorts of people, which day,
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| Remembrance could not reach anyone
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| Again, in the lonely cold, I recove from all these stone blocks.
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| The street promised not to forget and remember
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| I left the roots, but who will keep the thread later.
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| Memories, big words, smeared tus
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| I am glad that I chose the one out of all these streets there.
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| Chorus:
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| This is my inner cold frozen within the hall
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| Half empty, I don't say a word.
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| Sticky look, exhale, winamp and give you muzlo
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| This is my inner cold frozen within the hall
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| Half empty, I don't say a word.
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| Sticky look, exhale, winamp and give you muzlo
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