I hear screams from the hall, I'm ten years old
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And it seemed wild to me, at first they sang songs
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After that, instead of sleeping, the dishes are flying on the floor
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Adult gesture saying you have to get the fuck out of here
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The door is closed
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And I hide the puppy's nose under the door
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There's a mother crying, so that's what it means
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What a change, giving your alcohol started
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No other way - the boy is not understood by the crowd
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BUT. |
And I'm a madman without a mind at all
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I captured in my lifetime, my mother's face is bruised
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In my mind from a young age, the trace is strange,
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And you rejoice shket that you got under the press early
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It's time for you to give something for your loved ones,
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And not on autopilot to fly in a corkscrew to bed
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Every evening! |
Your paradise is forever
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And you keep drinking and waiting for the liver to say "Stop"
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BUT the heart will answer, alas, get drunk somehow
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And unnaturally your children will not stand in your way
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And they will not follow your unmeasured footsteps,
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But I'm afraid I won't give my confidence to any of you
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Give me a sip of air, me for later
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And I'm quite ready for exploits, as a result
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I will experience delight, because he beckons
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I don't care what, it sticks very much
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Give me a sip of air, me for later
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And I'm quite ready for exploits, as a result
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I will experience delight, because he beckons
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I don't care what, it sticks very much
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We are blind. |
Tear, you illuminate us
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Your eyes are not flooded, and excitement per liter
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Sold. |
Is it strict for us to follow these paths
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Here they are fucking kids, don't save thirds for us
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We are delirious about delirium, notice the sunrise we will not meet
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After all, at sunset we will already sing memorial services for them
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All dashing to the loops, all who maliciously marked
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Live up to ninety years, drink more drinks
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Harmless petting, let's end it
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Increasing the degrees, accidentally caught in the net
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And not for tea, because they need invitations
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Mirror to see you, creature, really happy?
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Where is the consolation for husbands, at night in a glass of poison
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Bad company there, fell down again
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Ha, and they swore holy they burned their eyes
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For their stupidity - life is burned, guys
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Give me a sip of air, me for later
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And I'm quite ready for exploits, as a result
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I will experience delight, because he beckons
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I don't care what, it sticks very much
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Give me a sip of air, me for later
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And I'm quite ready for exploits, as a result
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I will experience delight, because he beckons
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I don't care what, it sticks very much |