There are no familiar eyes in the crowd
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There are no friends here, everything is always the first time here
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We fly without movement in fragments of phrases, contrast floats
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And this night sings for us today, only for us
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Cold drops are unlikely to touch us
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We are in the club under the black moon
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Flying shots, the taste of your lipstick
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Call me for you
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Cold drops are unlikely to touch us
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We are in the club under the black moon
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Flying shots, the taste of your lipstick
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Call me for you
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We are alone in this party
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- One to one, like you
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We are all like someone's pluses
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No one paid for entry
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Alcohol no longer drags
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Above us is the sky of schweppes-garnet
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This night is like a black box
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And we will repeat again
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There are no familiar eyes in the crowd
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There are no friends here, everything is always the first time here
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We fly without movement in fragments of phrases, contrast floats
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And this night sings for us today, only for us
|
Cold drops are unlikely to touch us
|
We are in the club under the black moon
|
Flying shots, the taste of your lipstick
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Call me for you
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Cold drops are unlikely to touch us
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We are in the club under the black moon
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Flying shots, the taste of your lipstick
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Call me for you
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Was it all in vain
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Every naked step
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Your skin is bright red
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Like a burning landscape
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From the sky my tears of happiness
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These drops on the cheeks
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You are my faith and thirst
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And we pay the bills
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There are no familiar eyes in the crowd
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There are no friends here, everything is always the first time here
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We fly without movement in fragments of phrases, contrast floats
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And this night sings for us today, only for us
|
Cold drops are unlikely to touch us
|
We are in the club under the black moon
|
Flying shots, the taste of your lipstick
|
Call me for you
|
Cold drops are unlikely to touch us
|
We are in the club under the black moon
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Flying shots, the taste of your lipstick
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Call me for you |