| Cars, people, buses are rushing to nowhere
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| Lavender won't warm my pockets
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| This night you and I will stay forever
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| Between the club and that dirty front door
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| City dwellers, as usual, stared at the monitor
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| We only care about the sky and the stars
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| Why not leave all the problems and difficulties for later
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| When it's too late to die tomorrow
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| It's too late to die, so it's worth taking this money
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| Take what is rightfully ours
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| I'll take you here, I'll take you in the back seat
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| And don't care that you don't have to do this
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| Show what you have to offer the kings of these streets
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| Freeway lights flash
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| And in me there is only white white snow, hands, lips in hoarfrost
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| Hear baby I killed you fall
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| hands lips
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| Hands lips white snow
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| hands lips
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| Hands lips white snow
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| How much is this poison worth in your pocket
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| Darling, we traded half our lives for a cheap buzz
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| Look at this siren glow and fawn
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| Yesterday they told me where the dream lies
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| I look into your eyes and I don't need a million
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| Neither a sold-out soldier nor a completed stadium
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| Our loaded wagon breaks into atoms
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| And in this cold the streams of sound will end
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| And as if even acrid smoke will leave the voice sober
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| I will divide you into a hundred parts like a pair of blades
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| A sick bird on its tail carries bad news
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| So today we are destined to wake up together with you
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| Look
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| On me
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| How easy it was to reach the end
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| On the count of three
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| How would I
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| I want to get tangled in your hair (but)
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| Look at me
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| There is no face left in the reflection
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| Who win
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| If I take the stem and... |