| You know me, cool, baby -
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| There will never be tenderness between us.
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| I forgot about the coupe of compliments
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| And he came back drunk. |
| Ah, what ignorance.
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| All your friends are in happy marriages.
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| All my friends row at work.
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| In short, give it up, f*ck it!
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| Let's go for a walk, x * uli, cool weather.
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| Come with you right with your head into this pool,
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| And let vermouth swirl our thoughts!
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| I will go out to the balcony, and in full voice
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| I shout that: "I love you, bitch!"
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| And while the city lazily wakes up -
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| You and I are in a hurry looking for clothes.
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| Let our days sound like a sentence
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| But we find hope in them.
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| Chorus:
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| Cities are sinking - unlucky, changeable;
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| Shouldn't we blame them?!
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| Crammed buses always hurrying
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| But not successful people.
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| And the world in which you lived
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| On the broken "Trust me".
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| The cigarette smolders to the filter;
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| You smiled at me with a light flirt.
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| We are not so happy with each other,
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| Sending everything to hell hundreds of times.
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| Hollywood will envy us.
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| Smile - they're filming us.
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| Time tested us for strength,
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| Just pouring gasoline into the fire.
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| And when there is no point,
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| I understand: you are my pain.
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| The spares just disappeared.
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| We are not dressed for the weather, fuck him.
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| I dreamed about how we chatted to the orchestra.
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| They fled without business, how can we explain?
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| I twist the whole world on my finger, I got a little lost.
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| My rap is not a goal or a business.
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| The sea left clues and notes.
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| Although I took it as a principle: do not fall in love;
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| But I fell in love - a fool!
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| There are many people who needed a transfer, they fled.
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| From friends, life quickly changed its image.
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| With them I tried to forget your name.
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| It was me, as if it blew me up.
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| Give me a parachute - I'll clothe Hollywood.
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| The powder gave me the feeling that I was an arch-cruiser.
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| My pain, I count on the roof of the comet.
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| Chorus:
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| Cities are sinking - unlucky, changeable;
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| Shouldn't we blame them?!
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| Crammed buses always hurrying
|
| But not successful people.
|
| And the world in which you lived
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| On the broken "Trust me".
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| The cigarette smolders to the filter;
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| You smiled at me with a light flirt.
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| Thousands of floors down, lips and hands can touch.
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| You compose, for me, the poetry of a drunken dance.
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| I didn't want to, I don't want to. |
| I didn't fly, I'm not flying.
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| So I hang for hours, weeks in the void.
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| He fell ill - did not eat, did not drink. |
| Didn't know the heat of summer.
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| The stencil will mix all sorts of tablets.
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| I didn't love, I don't love. |
| I didn't forgive, I won't forgive.
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| He replaces you, himself for himself - urgently see a doctor.
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| Chorus:
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| Cities are sinking - unlucky, changeable;
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| Shouldn't we blame them?!
|
| Crammed buses always hurrying
|
| But not successful people.
|
| And the world in which you lived
|
| On the broken "Trust me".
|
| The cigarette smolders to the filter;
|
| You smiled at me with a light flirt.
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| Come with you stubbornly with your head into this pool,
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| And let vermouth swirl our thoughts!
|
| I will go out to the balcony, and in full voice
|
| I shout that: "I love you, bitch!"
|
| And while the city lazily wakes up -
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| You and I are in a hurry looking for clothes.
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| Let our days sound like a sentence
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| But we find hope in them.
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| May, 2016. |