I jumped out, drunk someone sings at home,
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In the kitchen, where I'm not there, "Washing Chandon" is pouring, and
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I'm from this bench, you can say school
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I look into the happy window where you are satisfied.
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The history is as old as the world, the soul is full of talents,
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I later found myself under these rubble.
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After all, mentally built everything, mentally destroyed everything,
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Closed and silent, but disarmed in the text
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And in this, what I read as a result from the columns
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And in what you read on the asphalt from the balloon.
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The rain will trample the soles and the paint will dissolve,
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But everything we remember is clearly not in vain.
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Chorus:
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Your friends have trendy clothes,
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And I only have thoughts, they are not destined
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Get out of fashion. |
Do you want again
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Joking about it, but not funny anymore.
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Second Verse: H1GH
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I jumped out and unbuttoned my soul under my jacket.
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The window will let freedom into the kitchen world, yesterday.
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Already in your yard, you are still sleeping, for sure,
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And in a black and white dream, someone with a colored spray in their hands
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Dreaming. |
Without the slightest movement of the eyelashes,
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After all, with these thoughts it is much easier to sleep.
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For charged particles, the desire to drink will become more frequent,
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After all, when there are no thoughts, it is much easier to sleep.
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But everyone around is fashionable, everyone around is free,
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Like Peter's courtyards with other ins and outs,
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You know, you look at them ... like architecture,
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But if you look inside, you will admit that you are a fool.
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Chorus:
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Your friends have trendy clothes,
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And I only have thoughts, they are not destined
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Get out of fashion. |
Do you want again
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Joking about it, but not funny anymore. |