It's so deadly quiet in your room
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Smoothly after Tuesday, Wednesday is poured inside from the window
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Under the hood of a thousand horses
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Just a whirlwind, but everyone is on trams, as if you have been an exhibit for a long time
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You are full in stability, there is a clear taste of stagnation in it
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The risks are reduced to zero, but with them the bullets are quiet
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In this well-ordered world, why am I and who am I?
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Red button, we are on the air, and you were looking for others
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At this moment, somewhere there is a lack of strong hands
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A crippled soul needs a balm to talk
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At this moment, someone understands everything, looking at a laptop
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Knows how his motor is needed outside the garage
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A big heart will stand up without a lot of work
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Big wheels - cheap show off without a dirt pit
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If the search drags on, write down the frequencies
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This is our audio card, we'll be in touch
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Even if for a hundred reasons, you did not turn on your receiver
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The world screams heart-rendingly at him. |
Breaks out
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In each of these minutes you are called from everywhere
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They will burn it to the torn one. |
You will always be needed!
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When it's not minus the street, the wind with snow is vile
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When it seems to be ready to go, but it turned out that there was no one
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When the fire went out inside, and all things are not in favor,
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And around the successful world of all those who succeeded
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When the road is not fun and the wheels are stuck
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When your whole gut screams that you are unhappy
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When I found my footprints, because I walked in a circle
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When the planet is big, but you seem to be alone here
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When dreams didn't come true, and you didn't expect it
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When you are ready to scream that the Universe has betrayed
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Then somewhere they envy you from the sofa sweetly
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Without its ascents, long swamped in abundance
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Long forgotten how to build your fortress with passion
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Rubbing his knees that already hurt from stagnation
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Long past the finish line, catching your dull motive
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And so dreaming of getting to the very beginning of the path
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Even if for a hundred reasons, you did not turn on your receiver
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The world screams heart-rendingly at him. |
Breaks out
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In each of these minutes you are called from everywhere
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They will burn it to the torn one. |
You will always be needed! |