So easy high in the sky -
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I hardly see people and cars
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Against the wind
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And we are no longer running from anyone
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So easy high in the sky -
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I hardly see people and cars
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Against the wind
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And we are no longer running from anyone
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It's hard to figure everything out. |
Is it necessary?
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On the screen, a boxer climbs to fight to the track of Eminem
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Duality presses
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The world is evolving, sexuality rules. |
Most forgotten signs
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The weathermen are lying. |
brats
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Someone is strangled by cargo, but not Oleg and not Caspian
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An ace doesn't hit the river, I don't get the point. |
Wake up, damn
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The sun, a construction site outside the window, dusty disks on the shelves
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How hard can a breath be and how easy can a choice be?
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How can the answer be "maybe"? |
She's beautiful, well, what are you
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Are you slow? |
Who do you believe in
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If not into yourself, because sitting will not change anything
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You always thought there were rules, but there aren't any. |
How old do I look?
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Is it angry? |
- No, you need to pacify anger, and you don't hate, because
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The spiral goes up and this is just the beginning. |
Hey
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So easy high in the sky -
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I hardly see people and cars
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Against the wind
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And we are no longer running from anyone
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So easy high in the sky -
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I hardly see people and cars
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Against the wind
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And we are no longer running from anyone
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Thick curtains and such a bright light, dawn is like a tribute to spring
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Just say - and we are not here
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You have to go in order to leave a trace
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And everyone wanders where their eyes look, but any wanderer is blind
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Look what stars, the moon - yes, this is for us
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What I don't know, she knows for sure
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And I will miss these strange things
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Do you want with me? |
It's time to go pack your suitcase
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Everything is so interesting
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Why they click on the nose. |
Everything that does not see the front page
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Although this is not so important, I probably figured everything out, approximately
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And the best thing the south wind did was blow your hair
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Fear and doubt oppress the poet
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Such a rare good as the elements that comets carry
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I forget the essence of the notes
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The pilot is commanding takeoff and I'm already a little higher than that
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So easy high in the sky -
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I hardly see people and cars
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Against the wind
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And we are no longer running from anyone
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So easy high in the sky -
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I hardly see people and cars
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Against the wind
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And we are no longer running from anyone
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Don't run, don't run, don't run |