The cold floor of the house misses your bare feet... Stopudovo!
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And are you okay with me, I will understand it from the groans, do not care that all this is a decree
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Another hundred of us, lie down on the table. |
We divorced each other. |
There are no bridges.
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He fell asleep, drunken "Boston Waltz". |
We held hands, because our legs do not hold us.
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You are a drug, you are a wheel, I wanted to get off you. |
And I went... I went crazy!
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Oh Gods!
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You are the standard, and I am not one of the poor, but you are one of the copies - you have not tried them by heart.
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Yes, and why, because you planted so many spears in your heart, but Zaya - know
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it accumulates resentment.
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And he will interfere with your coffee, you don’t care, prepare a dose of morphine for me from one love.
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You're just shumani, I'll come bring a cake, we'll spoil your figure.
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Thumbs up on the iPhone, turn on the camera. |
Show me how you love me, kiss my cheeks -
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My cat... They lived far from each other, but opposite in their souls.
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Chorus:
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Space scraps on the lips,
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Your lipstick, your lipstick
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Cold colors and cold feelings -
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Your lipstick, your lipstick
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Space scraps on the lips,
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Your lipstick, your lipstick
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Cold colors and cold feelings -
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Your lipstick, your lipstick
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I don't care who takes you home tonight.
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I don't care if you're dressed for the weather.
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And you're not a girl anymore, now you're supposedly a lady...
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And you are no longer in my deck.
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Fast melodies of clubs, parties... Where did it take you, fool? |
Yes, let...
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I'll take a walk and come back, wait. |
Zaya, fuck you... Now it's always busy for you.
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I am the subscribers myself, our love failed, I endured *folly.
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Everything became clear, sharpen your flies at me. |
Roar until your eyes turn red
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meat.
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Fucked up!
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I don't owe you anything. |
I don't want to associate myself with you anymore
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From you there are spasms inside, and you and I have become different. |
I'm not right, am I?
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Hey lady, give him a Diamond! |
What have you become, my secret muse? |
Who have you become...
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Chorus:
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Space scraps on the lips,
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Your lipstick, your lipstick
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Cold colors and cold feelings -
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Your lipstick, your lipstick
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Space scraps on the lips,
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Your lipstick, your lipstick
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Cold colors and cold feelings -
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Your lipstick, your lipstick |