This strange world
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This strange world will swallow me up.
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And I'm alone again, in the middle of the road,
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Like a battle survivor.
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This strange world is like a hellish trip
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He put me in a vise.
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In a closed cave, like a stalker -
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He grabbed me and ordered me to grow.
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This strange world, this strange world
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Like a bloody verse.
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I crawl in the subway through the "blue" people,
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But this is not an Avatar and not a gang of crypsels.
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Are you with me or with,
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I am an old psycho.
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I was once alone against everyone,
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And did not call the hand.
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What is not the one you dreamed of
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Since childhood, this is a dirty type.
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My character has sinned so much
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If it doesn't work - it will hit like an old trick.
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Angels will burn my horns,
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The demons will burn the halo.
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I dream at night
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Ghosts of the past, this is my team.
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A strange world holds me in its hands -
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This is my asceticism.
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He walks alone with every passerby,
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It is so fluid, weighty and oily.
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Black stripes on repeat,
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There is an infernal mix in the saxophone DP.
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Someone swept away all these pieces from the board,
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And you put them back like a chess player.
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This strange world, strange rise, unreal myth.
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I will someday enter your house, it is desperately clean.
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You have been sleeping for a long time in a peaceful sleep, the name is inscribed on the sheet.
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Before the transplant, I have a throne among you all, I cruise past the foxes.
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In the old hostel one on one. |
She wears a scarlet bodice.
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She sucks in cigarette smoke, pouring cheap cognac.
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A surprise is waiting for him. |
He is a maniac and a sadist.
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But everything is ahead, she closes her eyes and goes down.
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It's not the ghosts in the sheets that are dangerous, it's a strange world.
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People don't look like monsters, soul temple.
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There is one door unidentified, everything is behind it
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Customers are slow with Gotsman.
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Strange world, this strange world!
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There are so few shell casings for people.
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In front of the TV the most chic -
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It's a loud growl that doesn't care about them.
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It quietly sneaks into the children's room.
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Kitchen gray smoke.
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And there, outside the window, behind the dirty curtains.
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The same gray look.
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This strange world
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This strange world will swallow me up.
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And I'm alone again, in the middle of the road,
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Like a battle survivor.
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This strange world
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The hellish trip had me in a vice.
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In a closed cave, like a stalker -
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He grabbed me and ordered me to grow. |