I will fly to you on Monday,
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When the sun starts to set.
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Here comes the rhyme, loafer -
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I'm busy, but I can't get drunk.
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Primal, bitch, feeling
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I want to wash it off.
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But again on-on-Monday -
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The curtains fell, I can't get drunk.
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Among the wildly growing nature -
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There is only one beautiful flower;
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And if the world takes you under water -
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We have an island in bad weather.
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The day after tomorrow, I will become a rocket;
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Someone already sang about it.
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But if we are destined to be together -
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You and I will turn this summer around.
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Chorus:
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I'll throw everything out. |
you from home
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Sleepy, I'll stretch it out; |
and the rest is rubbish.
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I'll just throw it out, with you on the waves.
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Cut the map in half, and the rest is rubbish.
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Bricks of "golden" facades -
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We don't need this with you.
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Escape from city hell
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The usual "Lada" will help us.
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Even if we die at night
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And we won't have a spare -
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I'll take it off and give it to you right away -
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My sweater, the largest knitting.
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Chorus:
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I'll throw everything out. |
you from home
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Sleepy, I'll stretch it out; |
and the rest is rubbish.
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I'll just throw it out, with you on the waves.
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Cut the map in half, and the rest is rubbish.
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We see that day. |
We see your call.
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The curtains fell, you took me by surprise.
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We see that day. |
We see your call.
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Full clip in consumption.
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We see that day. |
We see your call.
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The curtains fell, you took me by surprise.
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We see that day. |
We see your call.
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Full clip in consumption.
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September, 2015. |