| Lost in space.
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| Rays of light.
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| Dirty icarus. |
| 410 reasons for madness.
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| Dirty icarus is my personal portal to the dimension of eternal summer.
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| I forgot about everything, even the music to hell,
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| Let the bags under the eyes
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| Hands are shaking, at the seams
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| The body is cracking.
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| Formication. |
| I saw you, my girl Lena.
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| Lilac leaf, clear as the sky.
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| Beautiful and wonderful
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| How sad. |
| Second. |
| I'm definitely going to break.
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| We won't go to heaven, so be it!
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| And in hell we will enjoy each other.
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| Cutting yourself is wonderful, my friend.
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| I saw fate in these lines,
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| We are not accepted by society, we will not be understood.
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| And maybe someone else
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| They will build a shelter here for me.
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| I'm tired. |
| Hold me tight.
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| Blood on the lips.
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| To reach the sky only with the help of death.
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| Maybe even there we will be left alone.
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| Love has no place in the sucked world of the living.
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| Nobody compares to you.
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| Delicate skin, big eyes, under each tear.
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| They can get drunk, the price?
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| you need to kill yourself.
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| It seems everything.
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| The coil has fallen off.
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| The mortal body is tired of enduring this banter,
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| By the name of life, let's kindle our fire,
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| Sperm and blood, Passion river.
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| Blade way out is not only out of life.
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| And plus to everything, I will no longer be poor and superfluous.
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| So the fuck are you laughing, are you having fun, fool?
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| Look, my hands are cut.
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| The sky is here against me, I prayed to him.
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| In parallel, killing himself, so apparently in vain.
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| Your ink has run. |
| It's so attractive.
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| Basche, what's next,
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| As our blood spilled from the sky behind her,
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| And left the truth.
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| I close my eyes. |
| Everything around is getting dark.
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| I do not feel the ends of the body.
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| But I see that light in this dark hole.
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| My girl is sad.
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| Lena girl.
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| Through the snow, until summer
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| With a run into the arms of the beautiful Elena.
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| What's in her eyes?
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| Can't be seen. |
| You can drown.
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| Can't be seen. |
| You can drown.
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| Will we play with you?
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| Opening up...
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| Along, not across.
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| Along, not across.
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| Along, along, not across.
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| Along, not across.
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| Along, along, not across.
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| Along, not across.
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| Along, not across.
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| Along, not across! |