As the sand slips past your fingers
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Move on, try to live differently, and not as before
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But also firmly hold the bird of luck by the tail
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Be Mr. Recognized, Meaningful, Clean and do quality
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Like the beat, my pitch is jumping
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Peace to loved ones: all sisters and brachos
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It's too early for us to knock on heaven
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Time flows from the tap, judge for yourself
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Life is shaky. |
Yes, it's not always smooth here
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In fact, she is like a horse in black and white.
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Then what's the lane now
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Feeling of freedom or struggle for places
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Someone stupidly drags greed
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Another took the gills excitement
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And there is no step back. |
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And it's hard to say how and where it will lead
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This crazy run at random
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Time-ah-ah. |
Remind me where I am, who I am, who I am with
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Blind because of you
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Time-ah-ah. |
Leave me a chance for tomorrow
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I'll try to get up
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I've done it a thousand times
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And I'll do it now
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Like a designer scattered on the floor
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Will gather in a groove
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Wekazamafayaman
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Not yet extinguished while the fire in the eyes
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Laugh. |
Fear. |
On the beat I run into the light in the dark
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Turns-turns-turns of life
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Turns on courage
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But it is precisely these courage that does not give
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Go crazy on bends
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Walking along the blade more than once
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Having fallen from the edge of the knife, he got up, shrugging his shoulders
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In the eyes again Ouye, again moved on
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Pressing the pedal to the floor
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Everything seems to be working as it should
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Himself and captain, and chief pilot
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But there's something wrong with this thread
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I don't feel the current, it's like I don't feel my legs
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Can't figure out if I'm running or running
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For a long time already sinking or still afloat
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I'm going, but I can't remember where
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I played too much... or I live by it
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Time-ah-ah. |
Remind me where I am, who I am, who I am with
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Blind because of you
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Time-ah-ah. |
Leave me a chance for tomorrow
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I'll try to get up |