| 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
|
| But listen, I feel bad without you.
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| I feel bad without you. |
| I feel bad without you.
|
| What binds us? |
| While a little
|
| 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
|
| But listen, I feel bad without you.
|
| I feel bad without you. |
| I feel bad without you.
|
| What binds us? |
| While a little
|
| 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
|
| But listen, I feel bad without you.
|
| I feel bad without you. |
| I feel bad without you.
|
| What binds us? |
| While a little
|
| But listen, I feel bad without you.
|
| I feel bad without you. |
| I feel bad without you. |