| And I will return to my fabulous home
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| To a fairy house
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| To a fairy house
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| Nobody is waiting for you at home, Kava
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| Your best friend hangs up
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| Your girl has long been a whore
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| You fucking forgot what mom looks like
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| Only a buncher is happy for you
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| Meeting without sleep on the third day
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| Yes, you are just a beautiful boy,
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| Everyone around is just fucking bitches
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| Hit in the fucker
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| Scooping up all the dirt on the asphalt, the leaves rustled
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| All your debts are growing as rapidly as Moscow grew
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| You hate this whole alignment, everything that concerns personal
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| Sorrow gnaws. |
| Indifference in the eyes.
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| Brother, it wouldn't hurt you to get some sleep.
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| Last entries made in March
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| There are many fuzzy frames in memory
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| Smeared in someone else's lipstick
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| Waking up dead in a cold Khrushchev
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| Alcohol and drugs, completely forgotten morality
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| trampled underfoot
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| On your birthday, bastard, no one would have dared to congratulate you,
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| But do not be discouraged, everything is also beautiful and cute
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| Tears house of sobs
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| You delete all their numbers
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| Pidarasov from the mobile, without saying: "goodbye"
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| Nobody is looking for you
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| You don't need anyone
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| Today life is your bottom
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| Tomorrow, bro, hold on, even worse
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| And I will return to my fabulous home
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| To a fairy house
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| To a fairy house
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| And I will return to my fabulous home
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| To a fairy house
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| To a fairy house
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| Don't call, don't write. |
| I will feel bad.
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| The city will break all our seals.
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| I tried, tried to go to the heat
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| Angels are drowning, it's so sad with them.
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| But it's a timer, people are secrets
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| They don't fly, they only melt
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| The golden darkness of the wound will patch
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| Barbie will surround the fuck with a poster, thinking that I will be taller
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| Burn, burn, fuck everything you need
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| I almost went out the window from all these flashes
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| City, I will return to you, you just trust me
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| Everyone here regrets, loves
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| It's getting harder to breathe in clubs
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| Fuck all the numbers from the hundred
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| I'm not the juice of your varieties, no
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| I sewed up on the bench, killing sadness in the stall
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| Since yesterday SMS love, so nice
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| Let's get down, where the metro is, no one will touch, no one will drive
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| Get out of the city
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| Became weaker than the light warms there
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| Died there in the elevators
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| Poured in liters
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| And I wanted to shoot myself
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| I wanted to die among these gray tiles
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| Houses, showers, take revenge on me
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| After all, you do it consistently
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| And I will return to my fabulous home
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| To a fairy house
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| To a fairy house
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| And I will return to my fabulous home
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| To a fairy house
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| To a fairy house |