| She is one of a million Keryas.
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| I'm glad I met her and I'm sorry I fucked her.
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| She is the best in the area and in the area,
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| Damn, she's the only one who doesn't wear boots in winter.
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| And at first we didn't have any quarrels or goodbyes.
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| Purely so cursed in dehe.
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| And the mileage of our relationship, like my old beha.
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| She said that everyone has come,
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| That we are either tired or cold.
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| And I sneezed because of the dust.
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| And it seems that her words were confirmed.
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| Of the two of us, I was usually the stupid one.
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| And she is unusual.
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| She is not like her friends.
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| If only because, as they do not wear boots.
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| And right now we quarrel more often than we make peace,
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| And our whole apartment is in smithereens.
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| And I did not think that we would part right this fall,
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| But I roll my suitcase on wheels.
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| Chorus:
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| One in a Million!
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| This woman is exactly the one I followed.
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| And which I bathed in flowers, and we dreamed so much,
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| And we were so sick, but we were either tired or cold.
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| One in a Million! |
| One in a Million!
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| One in a Million! |
| One in a Million!
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| And we dreamed so much, and troubled so much,
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| But we are either tired or cold.
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| Counting up to a million is a trifling matter for me.
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| But look for such a lyama from this,
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| I do not advise, but no such.
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| I would get along with you in any room,
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| At least he spent time in a small kitchen.
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| And give me wings, I wouldn't fly away.
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| But our environment is unsuitable for habitation.
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| And trouble is in our house, from each other, who goes where.
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| Where is the remote? |
| Where is the lipstick? |
| I didn't see.
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| And who is to blame for this?
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| Fuck, not me!
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| They were looking not for themselves, but for excuses.
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| Do you remember I grew a beard once,
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| And she went wild with the appearance of my every one.
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| In vain that he shaved it off then,
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| Now the face is smooth, in a relationship a beard.
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| I did not conceal joy in my eyes, I was glad
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| I thought otherwise.
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| And your head should have been on your shoulders,
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| And on my shoulders is my old backpack.
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| Chorus:
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| One in a Million!
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| This woman is exactly the one I followed.
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| And which I bathed in flowers, and we dreamed so much,
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| And we were so sick, but we were either tired or cold.
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| One in a Million! |
| One in a Million!
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| One in a Million! |
| One in a Million!
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| And we dreamed so much, and troubled so much,
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| But we are either tired or cold. |