Everyone is locked in their own cage
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I'll try to be specific:
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Mark timetables
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Ancestors, rules, director -
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Children are the first to be crushed at school
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To work - again the director,
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But you need to think about customers
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Estimates, services and inspections
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On towers in universities, universities
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Get better right
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After all, growth will soon begin career
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Not the one with tenacity - hypocritical
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Competitors will cut down in sports
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Creativity is, in fact, a filth
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Love is a utopia. |
Everything is perishable
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I scrolled the tape of life for you,
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But whining from now on is a sin
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After all, it will be crowded on the weekend
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The weekend will be hot
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There will be techno on the weekend
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Yes, in fact, this is an escape
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From troubles, problems and disasters
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And running is hardly a means
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After all, we live in an era of progress
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And to move faster
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Need something rounder
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I can get it
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Someone is happy to be a friend of the plug
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But I am a pirate, I go for the treasure
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I'm going straight to Gaza
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Happiness asks a sleepy mind
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Half an hour and it will be great
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There are few rags on us,
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But there are a lot of moths here
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I tried everything
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But it's more fun
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You are all so bright
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What I see out of focus
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But the hands are reaching out
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To touch you
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There are few rags on us,
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But there are a lot of moths here
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I tried everything
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But it's more fun
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You are very fragrant
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You are juicy, you scoundrel
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Let's find privacy for us
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Where we will accelerate with you
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Everyone is so beautiful
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Everything is pulsing in my head
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Stroboscope her silhouette
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Is she getting ready? |
I am a raw foodist
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Um, a raw foodist
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I feel this power
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Energy of the world, E
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Do you understand? |
Like E in an equation in physics. |
Ye
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Moves smoothly into that zone
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Where the DJ knits his pattern of notes
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I see it as an illusion
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Baby from my moodboard
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And with the baby from my moodboard
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Don't do it in the restroom
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After all, at home it will be more convenient for us,
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But our connection will fade in the morning
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In the morning, the world seems to be two-dimensional:
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I'm on a pillow with a water strider
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I'll just lock the door behind her
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And back to my problems:
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Sad, gloomy there and faded,
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But the exit is right at the weekend
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After all, on the weekend I'm on techno
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There are few rags on us,
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But there are a lot of moths here
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I tried everything
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But it's more fun
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You are all so bright
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What I see out of focus
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But the hands reach out
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To touch you
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There are few rags on us,
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But there are a lot of moths here
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I tried everything
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But it's more fun
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You are very fragrant
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You are juicy, you scoundrel
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Let's find privacy for us
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Where we will accelerate with you |