I am 18 or younger
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I delete numbers from the influx of crazy women
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I close myself and do not believe in it myself
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Someone's people are recruiting me, they want to sign me
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Comers are reaching out, you need to make a concert
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First time on stage, it will be right away in Moscow
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For two we divide two days on the road, a stuffy reserved seat
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I think how you could sign yourself up for this
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I burrow into the hood, it seems I caught a cold
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Need a fresh look, these people all need you
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I float from photo flashes, questions and new meetings
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If all this is with me, then I need to be saved
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A couple of minutes, flight Ufa-Moscow
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I memorize the text, I drive away the words
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I ask myself, just give me a reason to get together
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This is how I remember my 18
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A couple of minutes, flight Ufa-Moscow
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I memorize the text, I drive away the words
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I ask myself, just give me a reason to get together
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This is how I remember my 18
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Ready to get away
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They mix this sound, it's impossible to deal with it
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Strain the voices of incomprehensible people around
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Hands pull their everywhere, I don't understand why
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I hide in my own shadow, I don't see anyone there
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I don’t start conversations, I don’t feel a conversation
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I'm worried and silent, what happened before I nullify
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A couple of minutes, flight Ufa-Moscow
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I memorize the text, I drive away the words
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I ask myself, just give me a reason to get together
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This is how I remember my 18
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A couple of minutes, flight Ufa-Moscow
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I memorize the text, I drive away the words
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I ask myself, just give me a reason to get together
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This is how I remember my 18
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A couple of minutes, flight Ufa-Moscow
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I memorize the text, I drive away the words
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I ask myself, just give me a reason to get together
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This is how I remember my 18
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A couple of minutes, flight Ufa-Moscow
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I memorize the text, I drive away the words
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I ask myself, just give me a reason to get together
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This is how I remember my 18
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