You and I play different roles
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Moreover, you play with my love.
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I'm on the edge, on the field, the battlefield
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Anyway, you don't miss me, anyway.
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I leaf through the photos from the album, where we are with you,
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And we are thrilled to delete the file from the iPhone.
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Your photo from the background, where you are with a microphone
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Sing to another about love, painfully familiar.
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Turned off Wi-Fi, no internet,
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And suddenly you were gone, maybe you are my project.
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Moscow is on fire, three nights on the clock,
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But the fuse does not burn in the eyes, it went out, disappeared.
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Your taste on your lips, the smell of your hair
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I will remember for years, although it was not serious,
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But that's the question, who are we to each other,
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And I love you, but is it necessary.
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And do I need all this, do I need it,
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After all, we are far from each other, is it necessary.
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We are like in a painting by Dali, by Dali,
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And you erase and remove, remove.
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A sip of water will quench the thirst in my head, you remove it twice,
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A brave act of not sleeping for five days in a row,
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Thinking about you, counting seconds, minutes.
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Routes crossed, I'm taking a minibus,
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Before the subway and after home on a ride.
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We are not on the way, but you wait,
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Through these webs I passed and you pass.
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Our walks to Tverskaya towards Arbat,
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After all, you and I loved to go at least somewhere.
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I will remember the date of the first meeting forever,
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Victory Park, me and you, crazy evening.
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But I will erase my memory, forget and fall asleep,
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But tattoos will always remind you of you.
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Jump into the void, who are we to each other,
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I love you, but is it necessary?
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And do I need all this, do I need it,
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After all, we are far from each other, is it necessary.
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We are like in a painting by Dali, by Dali,
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And you erase and remove, remove. |