| What a wonderful mushroom grew into the sky
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| The earth was strewn with birds in an instant
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| There is no one everywhere you look
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| I don't want to have fun alone
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| Keys to black holes
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| Lost soul, child of the moon
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| In search of silence
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| Sensors are tense
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| I wander between the dead and the type of "live"
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| Vulture over a bunch of dead opinions
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| All unchanged
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| A pattern of some dimensions
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| Infected mind
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| Fix the position, behind the shoulders of the shadow
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| Have you noticed the ashes from the sky?
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| In the light of the velvet moon, I compete in running with the wind
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| I swear they're blind, novocaine in the eyelid
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| Shadows follow and I hear their laughter
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| In a room full of mirrors
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| There is no one wherever I look
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| Everywhere you look, I see only myself
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| No windows, no doors, no carpet
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| Where could I burp my thoughts of disgust
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| Cotton wool in my head, I want to go back
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| But I feel that the truth will not please
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| The severity of loss, poison will help me
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| I scream with rays of acid, rays of speed
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| Tea and coffee, desperate youth
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| Cigarettes and addictions
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| I want to run, but I float in weightlessness
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| What will your fucking world offer me?
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| Except for praises, except for handshakes, plans for the future
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| I'm over it,
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| But voices behind me whisper: "Friend, cry for help"
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| The stars will show the way
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| The moon will indicate the essence
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| For those who dare
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| Yes, I think so
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| Craters of the night in the eye sockets of everyone
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| I smoke shit, I see nothing important
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| I see myself
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| Where are the friends?
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| I tear my eyelids with my fingers to remember who I am
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| The bird hovering over the sky froze
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| Gathered my courage, broke the mirrors |