| 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
|
| Fell from the sky onto the bed
|
| There are hundreds of atmospheres in the muzzle of a bong
|
| We are swept away by the compartment
|
| To the surface from all the news on the burned earth
|
| There are hundreds of atmospheres in the muzzle of a bong
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| I got wet from the brain to the bones
|
| I don't remember how many times I'm with her
|
| 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 |