I'm sitting at a party
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In the corner on the couch
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And all the girls around
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They stick on you
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Everyone dreams of one thing:
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Close with you at the ancestors in the bedroom
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And that was enough for me
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For you to pay attention to me
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Oooh, but I don't know how to do it
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How to do it (do it)?
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And if you want, I'll glue the entrances
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I'll paint the asphalt (a-yo)
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And if you want, I'll scatter in the wind
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And I'll hit the ceiling with a ray of light
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And if you want, I'll glue the entrances
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I'll paint the asphalt (a-yo)
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And if you want, I'll scatter in the wind
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And I'll hit the ceiling with a ray of light
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If you want, I'll kill the neighbors
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As if in an old song by Zemfira
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I close the doors behind me
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I hope you heard it
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I'll get a tattoo all over my face
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And your name will be there (hey!)
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I will create my own rock band
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We'll write the first single about you
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In the center I climb onto the roof
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Under me I will gather the whole city
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I will read them a farewell note:
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"Boy, I wanted to be with you"
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I'll take hostages in the bank
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I will make conditions to the authorities
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For you to pay attention
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How long can you ignore me?
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And if you want, I'll glue the entrances
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I'll paint the asphalt (a-yo)
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And if you want, I'll scatter in the wind
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And I'll hit the ceiling with a ray of light
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And if you want, I'll glue the entrances
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I'll paint the asphalt (a-yo)
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And if you want, I'll scatter in the wind
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And I'll hit the ceiling with a ray of light |