There are hundreds of atmospheres in the muzzle of a bong
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I got wet from the brain to the bones
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Close your eyes and open your mouth
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Close your eyes and open your mouth
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Close your eyes and open your mouth
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Close your eyes and open your mouth
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Close your eyes close your eyes
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Because only I, I, I, I hear around
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All around I hear only me, me, me, me
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In my thoughts only dirt
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You must fall into it
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Baby, close your eyes, I give a gentle look never
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Nothing holds me, unless it's grass,
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And only she will keep the stress
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She's the only one
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'Cause I'm covered in a wave of fucking paranoia
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I am covered in waves by the memory of the same deception
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Lies of blood over us
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above us, but
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There are hundreds of atmospheres in the muzzle of a bong
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There are hundreds of atmospheres in the muzzle of a bong
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I got wet from the brain to the bones
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I don't remember how many times I'm with her
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Fell from the sky onto the bed
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There are hundreds of atmospheres in the muzzle of a bong
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We are swept away by the compartment
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To the surface from all the news on the burned earth
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There are hundreds of atmospheres in the muzzle of a bong
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I got wet from the brain to the bones
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I don't remember how many times I'm with her
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Fell from the sky onto the bed
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There are hundreds of atmospheres in the muzzle of a bong
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We are swept away by the compartment
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To the surface from all the news on the burned earth
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But if you decide to play, we will meet in hell
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I will take my whole soul as a gift as death, then the dawn will dry up in the morning
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Everything and everyone as if at random, fears give off slush in the mouth
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The smoothest hook enters without delay - wait for landing on the edge
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She will light up our body in the headlights
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After all, her demons shine for us, the day has finally come
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Her demons shine on us
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Don't make plans, but it's too early, but
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And I won't let you sleep, sleep
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Help me find and forget myself
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And I won't let you sleep, sleep
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Help me find and forget myself
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I won't let you sleep, sleep
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You are not alone here, but you can see
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Our hurricane with you is an avalanche
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Hurricane, hurricane - avalanche
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You are not alone here, but you can see
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Our hurricane with you is an avalanche
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Hurricane, hurricane - avalanche
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Close your eyes and open your mouth
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Put the bong back, it's too late, but
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Close your eyes close your eyes and open your mouth
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I, I, I, I, because only I, I, I, I hear around
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In my thoughts only dirt
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You must fall into it
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There are hundreds of atmospheres in the muzzle of a bong
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I got wet from the brain to the bones
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I don't remember how many times I'm with her
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Fell from the sky onto the bed
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There are hundreds of atmospheres in the muzzle of a bong
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We are swept away by the compartment
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To the surface from all the news on the burned earth
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There are hundreds of atmospheres in the muzzle of a bong
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I got wet from the brain to the bones
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I don't remember how many times I'm with her
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Fell from the sky onto the bed
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There are hundreds of atmospheres in the muzzle of a bong
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We are swept away by the compartment
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To the surface from all the news on the burned earth |