When the city of people and machines falls asleep
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In silence I see dreams
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But now only one of the dreams
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Acrid smoke, I cross the threshold
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Coco Chanel - the familiar scent of your perfume
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Sunscreen Max Mara
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Beneath them gray eyes
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Bacardi with cola, ice cubes in a glass
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Now you are alone
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Strastnoy Boulevard and your dreams
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And I don't know how serious it is for you
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At the end of phrases, the meaning of games and mistakes
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Discounted relationships - how did it happen?
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I thought about it with a hood over my head
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It's raining, Sean Paul is playing in a nearby bar
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Home Again: Japanese Cinema
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Someone yells under the window
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The wind smells like tobacco
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At the dinner table, talking about nothing
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How much is the alignment, you yourself know if what
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Write SMS
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Two weeks in Turkey, under the sun -
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I'm flying out to hang out
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Let's talk later, and maybe you'll understand
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What do you need: bed or friendship
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Linen in lace
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Sex in the shower - with smeared lipstick and mascara
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Lustfully and vulgarly, as you like
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Then lie on the pillow, ordering sushi
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And yet you did it better before
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nightingales
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Sing no more songs
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- I came here for you
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For what I see in front of me
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And it's not about your face
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Or in your figure or your voice
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It's in your eyes
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It happens sometimes that you don't notice it yourself
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You find, sincerely appreciate it, then you lose it
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First, the fire burns in the eyes - the light of the spark blinds
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Then, like a dog, licking your wounds, you heal
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The ashes of your words that were spoken with love
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Leaves a taste of bitter syrup on the lips
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Water flows, sand pours through fingers
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You can't turn back time, don't even try
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For all my mistakes I will be rewarded from above
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And don't fuck with my hair now, do you hear?
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No need to pour garbage, throw it on my shoulders
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Now, I suppose, you are sitting with anger - throwing eggs,
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And I squandered all the oil - cheap divorces
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I stopped at Olga's for the night, we'll go to work together tomorrow
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Disrespect, Disconnect, fuck how you want
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And don't give a fuck about sending me messages on the phone at night
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What else can I tell you, I don't really know
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Everyone chooses a path in life
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We are no more: neither you nor me
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Think about who needed this game
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nightingales
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nightingales
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Sing no more songs
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— What do you see in my eyes?
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— I see panic fear in them. |
Don't you want to be alone?
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- Not. |
I don `t want to be alone |