| I pass ultramarine through my eyes,
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| I'm being very rough with you again
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| And on the lips already melted am, amphetamine,
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| We are covered with a dance with you even before muddied!
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| There to the point of absurdity, tension in the heart,
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| We make a movement, bring to a boil,
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| From the tube multifruit, catapult up the soul,
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| Miracles will lead us, where the music hits the ears!
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| Let's dance, let's bring a boil here,
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| I also mixed our speeds into drinks
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| Walking under a drunken fog, kicking the air with Nikes
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| Soul flies and flies over Jamaica
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| Under a drunken fog, I like your avki
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| You are next to him, and you have my T-shirt on
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| Under the drunken fog I kick the air with Nikes
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| Soul flies and flies over Jamaica
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| Under a drunken fog, I like your avki
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| You are next to him, and you have my T-shirt on
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| All our words under the cover of night
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| We were prophesied love, but we are so vicious
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| Blue, blue, blue ice like a Tamagotchi
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| I just want to know - that you make me very, very
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| You loved, but I did not catch up
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| You ran away, but I did not catch up, no
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| Drunk fog, girl, Ming yaratam
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| If this is all a game, then who lost?
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| Walking under a drunken fog, kicking the air with Nikes
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| Soul flies and flies over Jamaica
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| Under a drunken fog, I like your avki
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| You are next to him, and you have my T-shirt on
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| Under the drunken fog I kick the air with Nikes
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| Soul flies and flies over Jamaica
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| Under a drunken fog, I like your avki
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| You are next to him, and you have my T-shirt on
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| Under the drunken fog I kick the air with Nikes
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| Soul flies and flies over Jamaica
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| Under a drunken fog, I like your avki
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| You are next to him, and you only have my T-shirt on
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| Walking under a drunken fog, kicking the air with Nikes
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| Soul flies and flies over Jamaica
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| Under a drunken fog, I like your avki
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| You are next to him, and you have my T-shirt on
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| Walking under a drunken fog, kicking the air with Nikes
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| Soul flies and flies over Jamaica
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| Under a drunken fog, I like your avki
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| You are next to him, and you have my T-shirt on |