In the hope of life, I would work more honestly;
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I’d kick less *uy and now I’m at home all the time.
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To work, at home, through the house to the district not by myself -
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Taz takes me to the beat, and everything is like OST’s.
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Empty music from the musical, like "For Life".
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You would think about it if you started gesturing again.
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But you sleep so calmly, it’s not yet time after;
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Everyone in life, as it were, has black and white stripes.
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So many friends passed over the winter, it's unbearable.
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Someone is cold from the cold, someone from life.
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And I'm in a * ey here, with these actions, what * uy to everyone.
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I will never find her in this silent swamp.
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You didn't make my way to the mountains, everything is slowly sinking.
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There is no doubt in your tears, so everyone can play.
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And there is no cloud of eyes here, I don’t give a shit about the principle, so -
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You can just turn over this sheet and continue ...
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Chorus:
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My love for you will not be the same at all.
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Flip over the notebook, you won't put it in its place.
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And my life, take my word for it, is definitely mine!
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Without anticipation of evil, I myself can understand without you.
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My love for you will not be the same at all.
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Flip over the notebook, yesterday I *balled you there.
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And my life, take my word for it, is definitely mine!
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Without anticipation of evil, I myself will get off without any phrases.
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And what I tried is not cool, but it was funny.
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Rubbed like this, in a simple way, all this love -
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In shabby clubs, restaurants, bitches walked in a crowd.
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Here everyone from 08 to today is in dance.
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Fortunately, I'm not in the mood to play with wolves under my elbows;
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And my life is only music with a solid seal.
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Made closely in smoke, with a crackle of cones, a dense smell.
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I wrote here, for my life, and switched to a personal account.
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Your red spine - now it will not solve anything.
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Tomorrow will come exactly the same as in a year.
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At home we will record a new sad track. |
We'll survive.
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Your love for me is nothing more than just words.
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I will turn over the notebook, tear out the sheet, put the tea on.
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Among all these ladies, ideas and other transmissions -
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I wanted to get up and go out, just, bitch, without saying anything!
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Chorus:
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My love for you will not be the same at all.
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Flip over the notebook, you won't put it in its place.
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And my life, take my word for it, is definitely mine!
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Without anticipation of evil, I myself can understand without you.
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My love for you will not be the same at all.
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Flip over the notebook, yesterday I *balled you there.
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And my life, take my word for it, is definitely mine!
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Without anticipation of evil, I myself will get off without any phrases. |