Lilies, we drowned in the downpours
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Words are sharper than pitchforks aground
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And turn with you
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In dead lines, lines
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Lilies, we drowned in the downpours
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Words are sharper than pitchforks aground
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And turn with you
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In dead lines, lines
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How much can you start over from scratch
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It is unlikely that we will become closer to each other, yes, I promised
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But those flowers that I received withered, because they are not from me
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Instead of a heart and soul, a sewn through hole
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The stars did not converge, the voice is torn, things are in the corridor
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You are standing at the door, tears like a waterfall, it hurts too much
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I am a free bird, slowly but surely
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I will hug you with petals in a dream
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Lilies, we drowned in the downpours
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Words are sharper than pitchforks aground
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And turn with you
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In dead lines, lines
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Lilies, we drowned in the downpours
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Words are sharper than pitchforks aground
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And turn with you
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In dead lines, lines
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Demons fly out of me
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Together with them, you come into my dream
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Native hugs will not cope with them
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We tolerate each other, what to do next?
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We are not to blame, dumb gestures have become
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You are in a trap along the path
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Satisfied without an answer to the truth, one left
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The chances become more at a minimum
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Take everything, turn it inside out now
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Beats under a hundred atoms in my body
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Stop chasing leftist views
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Every step of yours is on repeat
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Temporarily go out in silence
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Lilies, we drowned in the downpours
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Words are sharper than pitchforks aground
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And turn with you
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In dead lines, lines
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Lilies, we drowned in the downpours
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Words are sharper than pitchforks aground
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And turn with you
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In dead lines, lines |