OK
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Olya is a workaholic: a busy schedule, in Instagram Stories
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In the evening, book a private table in the restaurant
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Everything looks calm, yes, some alcohol (Ah)
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Made a multi-million dollar video on Instagram
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Again plans in the diary, endless calls
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Distrust of others and a thousand red tape (A)
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Flashes of cameras fix the load of her melancholy
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And there is a fake movement around, but you want love so much (A)
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Olya, Olya, Olenka, Olya
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Olya, Olya, Olya, Olya
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It looks like you have everything under control.
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But inside you have accumulated so much pain
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Olya, Olya, Olenka, Olya
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Olya, Olya, Olya, Olya
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It looks like you have everything under control.
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But inside you have accumulated so much pain
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Hey
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Olya is a workaholic (A) plows like in a field
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Filming, images and roles, percentages and shares (A)
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But inside Olya is stabbing, stabbing involuntarily (A)
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I want to love in a simple way and no more
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Again plans in the diary, and so you want love
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Without deceit and fuss, so that it arose like a miracle (Yes)
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Flashes of cameras fix the load of her melancholy
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And there's a fake movement around, and you want love so much (Yes)
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Olya, Olya, Olenka, Olya
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Olya, Olya, Olya, Olya
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It looks like you have everything under control.
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But inside you have accumulated so much pain
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Olya, Olya, Olenka, Olya
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Olya, Olya, Olya, Olya
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It looks like you have everything under control.
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But inside you have accumulated so much pain
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Olya, Olya
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Olya, Olya
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Olya, Olya, Olya, Olya, Olya, Olya (Ah, hey)
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Olya, Olya, Olenka, Olya
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Olya, Olya, Olya, Olya (Hey)
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It seems like you have everything under control.
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But inside you have accumulated so much pain |