Lexus
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There, where the glasses were crying in drops, the smell of absinthe in drops in half
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Made me lose my head, merges with the music in a cold dance,
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But the sad track selected by the DJ tells me that it's probably not worth it
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That in me autumn plays a symphony of notes, melodies that are so familiar to me
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Slim:
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Asked the sky for an angel, hoped for a miracle
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Living time in bars, took out banknotes
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Sad sketches outside the windows October at home, headlights blind along the sidewalks
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Suddenly I saw these clear eyes
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Among those who were absorbed by abstraction
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So beautiful in a white dress
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On the white snow with a heavenly look
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Then I asked how the angel was doing?
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She looked at me and wept softly
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Crystal tears broke on the floor
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Into hundreds of fragments, into sparks of joy
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Lexus
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Her hands were trembling as if from cold
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Lips whispered that I would look for reasons
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Looked for symptoms, slowing down my breath
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Heart beat so fast, beat so strange
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It became so scary, I asked to stay, offering to take my happiness in return
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Those sorrows, joys that I have and I understood why, she was crying
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The wind blows the leaves off the trees,
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Explaining that the time is already coming
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That someone alone, somewhere includes
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Instead turning off my summer sun
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Slim:
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How sad in glasses they cried drops
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A sweet scent floated in the air
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Absinthe gradually erased the colors of memory
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Melted with warm wax in his palms
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Lexus
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He saw the lines of those white lilies
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Than breath casually swallowed in blue
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Slim:
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I saw rivers of the sea, oceans of love that burned bridges, breaking spears of war, wrote poetry
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Lexus
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At night, desperately, he smoked tobacco as he washed everything down with tea.
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Slim:
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Once warmed by a cold wind somewhere, under the summer rain in this city
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The wind blows the leaves off the trees,
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Explaining that the time is already coming
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That someone alone, somewhere includes
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Instead turning off my summer sun
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The wind blows the leaves off the trees,
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Explaining that the time is already coming
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That someone alone, somewhere includes
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Instead turning off my summer sun
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The wind blows the leaves off the trees,
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Explaining that the time is already coming
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That someone alone, somewhere includes
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Instead turning off my summer sun |