| 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 |