And you are that superstar
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Just like that, easily
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Everything started from scratch
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I thought I read point-blank
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It turned out - flipped through
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Everything in this world will change
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Names, mobile numbers, surnames,
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And we are like John Coffey in the Green Mile
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Didn't lose and didn't win
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Your words didn't convince me
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That you and I were an idyll
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More honest those insults were
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On the day when we broke the dishes
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I don't understand your phenomenon
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You are my problem
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You professionally play on nerves
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Complete bitch, you're a hard bitch
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But you will be the first
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You know that we are not like everyone else,
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But now we are each in our own lane
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And on our shelf among old cassettes
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You will no longer find a common photoshoot
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We dreamed too much, sorting through the details
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Taking off vertically and falling too fast
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Everything is not very simple, pure white sheet
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And your ninety-sixty-ninety
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Zero understanding, battlefield, there are two of us
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Hello, what is it, what is it?
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Like no one else, I would like peace
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In a relationship with someone with whom I just can’t play the role
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Who am I - your sidekick? |
No, scourge, you drive
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You will understand when you cool down, my departure is your finish
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Normal, as you can see, another kipish,
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And you periscope everything, instagram, retweet
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On the shelves, on the beats, I will lay out for you
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As per the clauses in the contract
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Your actions and words are here in fact
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They have nothing in common
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That's how it is somehow
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And you don't give a damn about all my advice
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And you don't give a damn about all my prohibitions
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You have been issued tickets for a long time
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From where, where are you
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You know that we are not like everyone else,
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But now we are each in our own lane
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And on our shelf among old cassettes
|
You will no longer find a common photoshoot
|
We dreamed too much, sorting through the details
|
Taking off vertically and falling too fast
|
Everything is not very simple, pure white sheet
|
And your ninety-sixty-ninety
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You know that we are not like everyone else,
|
But now we are each in our own lane
|
And on our shelf among old cassettes
|
You will no longer find a common photoshoot
|
We dreamed too much, sorting through the details
|
Taking off vertically and falling too fast
|
Everything is not very simple, pure white sheet
|
And your ninety-sixty-ninety |