Light exposed. |
Smoke machine started
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We play the role of happy fellow travelers
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The scriptwriter of the storyline famously twisted
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The director is watching - no mistakes will be made
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The film studio did not shoot a better film
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We will receive fees. |
We will sound everything beautifully
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Decorations from the best artists were received
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Figurines, globes, branches are ours. |
Let's shoot better
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You stick your fangs into my neck like a Nosferatu
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While on thin rails we move with the operator, yes
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The producer is happy, cranes are flying over us
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And at the editing station our plans change
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Combined shooting, green screen
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Pavilions that have seen a thousand fucking dramas
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Mass of locations, shooting for about a year
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Here they pull out a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye
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Stop! |
Taken! |
I would still shoot for a year,
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But the composer selects muzlo for subframes
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Soon rough cut, finale and again
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Let's start fighting for box office records
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It's a pity that in our life there is not even close a film crew
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And our tandem goes to the bottom, like a sinking liner
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There is no passion. |
Girlfriend, you don't burn from the flame
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So why the hell are you lying and playing for the camera?! |
There are two personalities in my head
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And everything is confusing, everything is confusing
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I don't know the answer
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We are alone, even if there are no cameras here
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I won't. |
Do you hear? |
No, I will not
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I won't answer you
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There are no special effects and no soundtrack in life
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And we are moving barely noticeable meter by meter
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To hell on wheels, but you act like everything's fine
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You react to everything you are not rude and carefree
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We are swamped, I am exhausted and hungry
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And the twisted road led me to a dead end
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Maybe you're tired, bored with it, because
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Our house is already like a transit point without an overnight stay
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Have you already forgotten me, haven't I understood?
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After all, we went through the institution of marriage and the school of slander
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What's with the phobias? |
The fear factor was
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What we will lose, but now we do not want to stay alive
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Even though we're together again
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I want to know, bitch, what you hide in your luggage
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You try on the role of a mother to my children,
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But you live in your world where apathy is a virtue
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Hypocrisy is a tower. |
Deception is awesome
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I can't breathe, because you pinched my gills
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The cameras were turned off, they weren't even there,
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But you won’t say any word from strangling me |
Doctor, can you hear me? |
Give her Prozac
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She's a cocktail of personality disorder and neurosis
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Yes, it was wildly cool to us. |
Yes, we had wild fun
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But this is not Home, motherfucking 2, not Vacation in Mexico
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No, we are not behind glass, we are not insects
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And our life is not a sitcom and pseudo-funny
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And now I am without an obsessive idea about you
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After all, you change your appearance more often than hypocrites
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There are two personalities in my head
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And everything is confusing, everything is confusing
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I don't know the answer
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We are alone, even if there are no cameras here
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I won't. |
Do you hear? |
No, I will not
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I won't answer you
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All evil links found
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simple movie about love
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And I probably can't become different
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And you will not become another again
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Upward movements are replaced by static
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This is the human genome
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We will definitely be happy
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But it will be a different movie
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There are two personalities in my head
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And everything is confusing, everything is confusing
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I don't know the answer
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We are alone, even if there are no cameras here
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I won't. |
Do you hear? |
No, I will not
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I won't answer you |