Don't fix me under glass
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I'm not a fossil, I won't stay like that
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I have not yet been covered with soil
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I am the process, I am like the water of the river
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We are washed out of school shoes
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Washes away letters to Santa Claus
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Many go crazy and try
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Pose against the current
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Old men at decorated Christmas trees in impotence
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Children's sandals that cut into their feet
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Didn't go anywhere for a second
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Never betrayed convictions
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Because of the filth that bursts into the head
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Buried under a canning shroud
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Can't think of a worse vice
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Battles against the nature of the flow
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Anyone I met is no more
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We are not a photo, we are an incident, we are a plot
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And until eternity breaks into our house
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Don't stop getting to know me
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After all, there is no constant point or line here:
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I'll hide your phantom in memory, but it's not you anymore
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On yesterday's variables do not stand for a second
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Yes, we know each other a hundred times, but it's not me anymore
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Only it's not me anymore
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There is not a single unfamiliar feature
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Only it's not you anymore
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Who circled the edges of me with chalk?
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Only it's not me anymore
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There is not a single unfamiliar feature
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Only it's not you anymore
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Who circled me with chalk around the edges
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Only it's not me anymore
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These are my dreams, albeit clumsy in places
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But you don't know how they became dreams
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Leaves are moving, but the wind is not visible
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You see my choice, but not the maze before it
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Sick joke, but you didn't catch me
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I'm laughing at myself five years ago
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Man is a cart
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You don't know me, but you only guess by wax
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From snowstorm to sand dunes
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I would shrink and outlive your youth
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But even that won't help me recognize you
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We think in labels, we need a seal and a sign
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And we, as an inhabitant of different galaxies, our telescopes -
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This is facebook and vkontakte
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We can no longer fly, the distances are not the same
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Children of children would fly to each other
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You just cut me off without recognizing
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I do not fit the parameter in the drawing of your dream
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There is an outstretched hand between us, but we are on the road all our lives,
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And no way to get
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After all, there is no constant point or line here:
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I'll hide your phantom in memory, but it's not you anymore
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On yesterday's variables do not stand for a second
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Yes, we know each other a hundred times, but it's not me anymore
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Only it's not me anymore
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There is not a single unfamiliar feature
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Only it's not you anymore
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Who circled the edges of me with chalk?
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Only it's not me anymore
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There is not a single unfamiliar feature
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Only it's not you anymore
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Who circled me with chalk around the edges
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Only it's not me anymore |