Listen so carefully to the noise of the wheels
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Evening has come and brainstorming
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We are carried away with clouds over the edge
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Over the edge, over the edge, over the edge
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With foreign cities, where there is smoke from the pipes
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Through the mountains, across the empty steppes
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A spark ignites on the horizon
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We will send ourselves after her
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Look around, we never needed a reason
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Somewhere to be on the train between the shelves
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Poe's deductive method is not needed
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Fall asleep tonight where the airport falls asleep
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Fall asleep stars and polar light
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Falls asleep under our feet sand or snow
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Let there be no ticket - it doesn't matter, we'll go there in a dream
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And being in place we are already everywhere
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You are so close, and I'm driving (driving)
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And today it is not Hilton or Sheraton that accepts us,
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And in the night cabin, the car will sing to us (will sing)
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In the soul genre, a voice similar to flight,
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And later, one blanket will cover us for two
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The light from the candle will smolder in the wind
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And burn out to the end, but darkness does not enter paradise
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Let's go over the edge today
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Listen so carefully to the noise of the wheels
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Evening has come and brainstorming
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We are carried away with clouds over the edge
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Over the edge, over the edge, over the edge
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With foreign cities, where there is smoke from the pipes
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Through the mountains, across the empty steppes
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A spark ignites on the horizon
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We will send ourselves after her
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We will fill our tank to full
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When a difficult day is coming to an end
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Just straight away from the rules
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Further from the anchors pulling to the bottom
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You see, there in the depths, the sunset has already burned out
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You lie down and just don't regret anything
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Dark ceiling and no batteries
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You know, we can't be locked if there are no doors
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And between two horizons we will become one
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Rocks the dance as if at the graduation of schools
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And while the sun of heaven swallows the bottom
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I suddenly found his warmth and light in you
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Found something that Prometheus never even dreamed of
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Hands under the shirt, warm, sunrise without tequila
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And the pattern on the body froze that the fingers draw
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They write, and the dawn puts only a comma
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Listen so carefully to the noise of the wheels
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Evening has come and brainstorming
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We are carried away with clouds over the edge
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Over the edge, over the edge, over the edge
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With foreign cities, where there is smoke from the pipes
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Through the mountains, across the empty steppes
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A spark ignites on the horizon
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We will send ourselves after her
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