| And he doesn't look at her enough
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| Not brave enough
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| Wants to get that meat today
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| After all, he is not vegan enough,
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| But there's not enough Remy in the glass
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| After all, there is not enough cache with you
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| So for his already considerable years
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| He didn't do enough
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| Whispers in the ear with the words of a poet
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| Something gentle enough
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| She put her hands on his knees
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| Jeans enough Bershka
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| Bridges coming soon, they call a taxi
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| Enough in a hurry
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| In the back seat, he caressed her legs
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| Fingers enough between
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| Frosty morning, for yesterday's love
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| He has insufficient memory
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| Her head is on the pillow
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| It would seem that this is happiness and envy
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| The smell of scrambled eggs and curry in his communal apartment
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| In a badly furnished bedroom
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| In order not to be so lonely, it is not enough for him to insert
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| In order not to roar in front of him on the floor
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| She doesn't have enough rod
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| He, like everyone else, hit her in the face: "Bitch!"
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| He is still quite polite
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| The drunk fell asleep only on the third day
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| He holds her enough
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| She ran away there at night without a jacket,
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| And the city is snowy enough
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| With dances, songs, allegedly on the escalator
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| Down like Jacob's Ladder
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| We all live in our own different worlds,
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| But we all die the same
|
| Up there they will show you a fist
|
| You will drag down dejectedly,
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| And down there they'll just spit on you, fool
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| And thrown into the trash, fool
|
| With dances, songs, allegedly on the escalator
|
| Down like Jacob's Ladder
|
| We all live in our own different worlds,
|
| But we all die the same
|
| Up there they will show you a fist
|
| You will drag down dejectedly,
|
| And down there they'll just spit on you, fool
|
| And thrown into the trash, fool
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| Everyone told her that time would heal,
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| But there are still enough abrasions
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| In front of the monitor, she will again sit up late -
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| Boss doesn't pay enough
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| Left alone after work
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| With broken plans for the day
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| The colleague pressed her hard enough against the closet —
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| He's not enough in the back
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| Husband with her best friend
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| Last year I drove off somewhere to the south
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| Since then, she has enough Novopassit or Ladiomil
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| She wants to forget about troubles
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| That's why she sits alone in a dress in a bar
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| And for today it is quite simple for her
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| So that the guy is not an oligarch and a bandit
|
| Whispers in the ear with the words of a poet
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| Something gentle enough
|
| She put her hands on his knees
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| Fuck it, not Versace, but Bershka
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| Bridges coming soon, they call a taxi
|
| Enough in a hurry
|
| She looks into his blue eyes:
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| They give hope
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| Around or needless erratic, or elite
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| Or dirt or rhinestones
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| She is not tall enough, she wants to take off
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| So that brightly and immediately
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| She will expose her body, removing everything superfluous
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| Like cutting diamonds
|
| Now the window is closed for the flight to her kitchen
|
| And enough gas
|
| With dances, songs, allegedly on the escalator
|
| Down like Jacob's Ladder
|
| We all live in our own different worlds,
|
| But we all die the same
|
| Up there they will show you a fist
|
| You will drag down dejectedly,
|
| And down there they'll just spit on you, fool
|
| And thrown into the trash, fool
|
| With dances, songs, allegedly on the escalator
|
| Down like Jacob's Ladder
|
| We all live in our own different worlds,
|
| But we all die the same
|
| Up there they will show you a fist
|
| You will drag down dejectedly,
|
| And down there they'll just spit on you, fool
|
| And thrown into the trash, fool |