Where are you lady?
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Where are you lady?
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Where are you lady?
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I walk in the dirt, but I remain as pure
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Like whiskey in a glass
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Ice cube, it reflects the whole world
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He reflects this lady
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This lady is like a ghost
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So invisible and transparent
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The night has passed and I am alone
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And morning again
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Good day
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I have shit, I have paper
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Halle, kush coma
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Salute my sanity
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I'm with a new bitch
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And again she whispers something in her ear
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I don't understand why I'm lonely
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Because there are so many people around
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We are drinking
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Then we drink, then we drink
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Then we smoke and drink
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We drink again, then we smoke
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And I'm with this bitch, and with that, and with the other
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Again with that one, then we'll blow it up again
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Day after day, day after day, night after night
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This smoke with fire
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We hang out with the whole crowd, but I want to be only with her alone
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We are drinking
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Then we drink, then we drink
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Then we smoke and drink
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We drink again, then we smoke
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And I'm with this bitch, and with that, and with the other
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Again with that one, then we'll blow it up again
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Day after day, day after day, night after night
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This smoke with fire
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We hang out with the whole crowd, but I want to be only with her alone
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Holy molly above me like a halo
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I look at the moon, I'm pulled by a magnet
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Where are you lady? |
I see your ghostly face
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I follow the tracks, where do they lead?
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I can't figure out if this is a dream or reality?
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Lady, give yourself completely to me
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After all, I so want to shine even brighter
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Like the moon the color of blood running through the veins
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I'm running to where I feel better, I guess
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Where the crowd pours oblivion into glasses with ice
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Where dreams are sniffed through banknotes and fall off their feet
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Where are you lady? |
show me the light
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Without you my life is cigarette smoke
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Chimes of glasses, midnight delirium
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Deep like Baikal and I'm at the very bottom
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Where are you lady? |
show me the light
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Without you my life is cigarette smoke
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Chimes of glasses, midnight delirium
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Deep like Baikal and I'm at the very bottom
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I searched among the stars, in alcohol, shit,
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But neither there, nor there, nor there you are
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We are drinking
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Then we drink, then we drink
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Then we smoke and drink
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We drink again, then we smoke
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And I'm with this bitch, and with that, and with the other
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Again with that one, then we'll blow it up again
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Day after day, day after day, night after night
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This smoke with fire
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We hang out with the whole crowd, but I want to be only with her alone
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We are drinking
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Then we drink, then we drink
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Then we smoke and drink
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We drink again, then we smoke
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And I'm with this bitch, and with that, and with the other
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Again with that one, then we'll blow it up again
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Day after day, day after day, night after night
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This smoke with fire
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We hang out with the whole crowd, but I want to be only with her alone
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The image of a ghostly lady
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The image of a ghostly lady
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I did not notice how tempted I was
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You float like smoke, your skin is like silk
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The voices in my head tell me one thing
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In unison that she is not there and this is just a dream
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The image of a ghostly lady
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The image of a ghostly lady
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I didn't notice how my world was
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Beautiful as a nymph, cold as you
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I'll die young, lay flowers
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To the grave of forms, fire and emptiness |