Chorus:
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What binds us? |
Yes, just a little
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But listen, I feel bad without you.
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I feel bad without you. |
I feel bad without you.
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What binds us? |
While a little
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But listen, I feel bad without you.
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I feel bad without you. |
I feel bad without you.
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I keep forgetting to ask them how can I live better?
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Whom to find for yourself, how to put your soul into the tracks.
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Like, come on, surprise. |
Well, you nah. |
go.
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I'd rather be alone than rot in a circle of stupid frogs.
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Forgive me, please, for the mat, subtle nature -
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You know everything yourself, then why did you prick me
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A question about personal life. |
What is this, friendly pity?
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It's like I've tried everything, but this is all that's left.
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And I'll stick to the iPad in a classic book,
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You are walking in the area with another moron.
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With a wonderful character and the highest set of qualities!
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You will say: “Not seriously, we fooled around like that together.”
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I want to yell: “What are you talking about, you fool?!”
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Jaw doesn't hurt yet, have fun with a friend?
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For some reason I restrain myself for the hundredth time with you,
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As if there is no one better than you.
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Chorus:
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What binds us? |
Yes, just a little
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But listen, I feel bad without you.
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I feel bad without you. |
I feel bad without you.
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What binds us? |
While a little
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But listen, I feel bad without you.
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I feel bad without you. |
I feel bad without you.
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Let's think of a bunch of things at home, at school
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That I missed a lot, that I need to do something.
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Show off at the mirrors for hours on end,
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Until he sings about love to you again.
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And who is it about, and who are all your songs about?
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It must be so nice to be in her place.
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Well, yes, probably - you should ask her;
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But anyway, I'm tired ... Who am I to you, an artist?
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Tell me, is there anything other than rap that appeals to you in me?
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If yes, then somehow imperceptibly ...
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I would understand if I had concerts, fans,
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Tours, clips *published, but it's all in the plans
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So distant that only I can see, alas,
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And with whom to go through hardships not for the sake of profit.
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And for some reason I restrain myself for the hundredth time with you,
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It's like there's no one better than you...
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Chorus:
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What binds us? |
Yes, just a little
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But listen, I feel bad without you.
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I feel bad without you. |
I feel bad without you.
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What binds us? |
While a little
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But listen, I feel bad without you.
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I feel bad without you. |
I feel bad without you.
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Thoughts before going to bed, as usual on repeat.
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Give me freedom, I won't hide it, I want to be with you.
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Call it what you want, I'll call it love, -
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What do I feel for you, besides this pain.
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Thoughts before going to bed, as usual on repeat.
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Give me freedom, I won't hide it, I want to be with you.
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Call it what you want, I'll call it love, -
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What do I feel for you, besides this pain.
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Chorus:
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What binds us? |
Yes, just a little
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But listen, I feel bad without you.
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I feel bad without you. |
I feel bad without you.
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What binds us? |
While a little
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But listen, I feel bad without you.
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I feel bad without you. |
I feel bad without you. |