| Verse 1:
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| Calls from friends, but my house is empty,
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| We were unlucky that gloomy spring.
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| They fired at hearts, but ricocheted
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| In the chest of someone, na-na-na-us-us.
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| For the joy of enemies, let us replenish the mercy of the Gods,
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| Lyrics poured into a glass, but love did not work out.
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| You did not undress to the lips quickly leaving the concert,
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| And I, carry your name to the crowd ...
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| Past the friend zone, but into a personal fan club,
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| The sun is beyond the horizon, I'm making holes for Fanta.
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| Passion cooled down like a fucking fast food
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| Under the ribs with hints of Moscow, be patient.
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| Maybe it's a step down, a scream is trying in my head,
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| Shut up, I don't need an adviser.
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| Fuck it, maybe flirting on the side?
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| But, bitch, it's getting stronger and stronger.
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| Chorus:
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| I'm afraid that I can't wait for your warmth,
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| Perhaps this is what you were waiting for.
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| Work to hell, and the smoke is coming down,
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| When things go downhill.
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| Get me down, get me down
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| Down to earth, honey.
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| halves, halves
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| There is only a line on the heart.
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| Verse 2:
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| I wake up at half past five
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| Neck in lipstick, unimportant appearance.
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| I drank a lot of alcohol
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| Girl, you should date someone else.
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| I'm away, let me take a sip of smoke,
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| Last night was unusually long.
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| We are a so-so couple, you can see from us
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| My face is shining all over, the phone vibrates.
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| So close is the mess
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| The roof goes from drinking
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| Change your life, but this is unlikely.
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| Who stayed in it, and who left.
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| I don't want to regret you
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| How people regret their tattoos.
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| You are the right choice, but where,
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| What ate us in delirium?
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| Against the fear in wine
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| You are my most private single.
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| Your actions are poison
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| And you prick harder than all the needles.
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| Baby, stop playing with us!
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| Different, like a panther and a tiger.
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| I rid myself of titles,
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| Rid me of stereotypes.
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| Chorus:
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| I'm afraid that I can't wait for your warmth,
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| Perhaps this is what you were waiting for.
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| Work to hell, and the smoke is coming down,
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| When things go downhill.
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| Get me down, get me down
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| Down to earth, honey.
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| halves, halves
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| There is only a line on the heart. |