I got sick of this feeling
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And she is so cold, as if from the first snow
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I fell ill with this girl
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But there is no cure for pain in pharmacies
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Can't you see what's in the salt on the hands
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Thank heavens and clouds for you
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You are my madam, and I will not give you away
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Again, in the morning, I cut into yards
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After all, if you drink, then only to the bottom
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If you smoke, then right up to the filter
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The night moon smiled at me
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But because of the clouds it is no longer visible
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After all, if you drink, then only to the bottom
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If you smoke, then right up to the filter
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The night moon smiled at me
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But because of the clouds it is no longer visible
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And the girl is crying looking out the window,
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And the girl thinks only of one thing,
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And the girl wants love, like in the movies
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And wine doesn't save her anymore
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And the girl is crying looking at the album,
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And the girl thinks only of one thing,
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And the girl wants love, like in the movies
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The girl is scared to be alone
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Tell me how to fall asleep without you
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I saw you in a white lace dress
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Now you are in someone's arms
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Half naked in a rented hut
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Mom don't call me
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Mom, forgive me
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That your son disappears at night
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I also love and miss
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After all, if you drink, then only to the bottom
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If you smoke, then right up to the filter
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The night moon smiled at me
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But because of the clouds you can no longer see her
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After all, if you drink, then only to the bottom
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If you smoke, then right up to the filter
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The night moon smiled at me
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But because of the clouds you can no longer see her
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And the girl is crying looking out the window,
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And the girl thinks only of one thing,
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And the girl wants love, like in the movies
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And wine doesn't save her anymore
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And the girl is crying looking at the album,
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And the girl thinks only of one thing,
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And the girl wants love, like in the movies
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The girl is scared to be alone |