| There is no wine in the hands. |
| The last carriages in the subway
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| I spend all megabytes on websites and online casinos
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| Half-empty houses, and you are unlikely to be able to
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| Read the whole story - our story in nine volumes
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| Changed houses. |
| We broke the system
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| And everything that was, was killed by winter. |
| Now you are not me, and I am no longer me,
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| But perhaps there will remain between us, and hardly anyone
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| Can one of us forget this story, this story
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| And who needs white skies?
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| Why are your eyes gray
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| Reminds me of smoke over the river
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| I am always with you, I am always with you
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| And who needs white skies?
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| Why are your eyes gray
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| Reminds me of smoke over the river
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| I am always with you, I am always with you
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| I will never forget all your friends and fools
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| Who poured water into my ears - burn, bitches, in hell!
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| Hypocritical bitches, instead of a heart there are worms
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| They thought to break me, but they forgot which of us
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| "It's crazy to be the first"
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| Let's fly to heaven, change addresses
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| And forget forever - eighteen, spring
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| About hypocritical bitches, and the fact that there are worms in the heart
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| They don't care about the price ceiling, now you're all forgiven
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| And who needs white skies?
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| Why are your eyes gray
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| Reminds me of smoke over the river
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| I am always with you, I am always with you
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| And who needs white skies?
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| Why are your eyes gray
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| Reminds me of smoke over the river
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| I am always with you, I am always with you |