There is an opinion here winter until April.
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There is an opinion that death is visiting Angleterre.
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There is a system of underground passages in the ground.
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Ribbons of rivers and walls are winding,
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Rain will test your strength.
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And mixed in our veins
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Scotch and melted Neva.
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Here's a new chapter of 100 years of solitude and nicotine
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And I inhale the smoke of the modes you have lived through.
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And passed points.
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Another night and a hundred years of loneliness
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Scotch and melted Neva.
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There are versions, this city is in depression.
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There are versions that here time falls in reverse,
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And we are the heroes of Jay Fox.
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Let's look from above
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How shipyards are built
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And the ships are leaving.
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And mixed in our veins
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Scotch and melted Neva.
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Here's a new chapter of 100 years of solitude and nicotine
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And I inhale the smoke of the modes you have lived,
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And passed points.
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Another night and a hundred years of loneliness
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Scotch and melted Neva.
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All secrets will drown, go to the bottom
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Rivers and dilated pupils.
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All secrets will drown, go to the bottom
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Rivers and dilated pupils.
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All secrets will drown, go to the bottom
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Rivers and dilated pupils.
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All secrets will drown, go to the bottom
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Rivers and dilated pupils.
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Again scotch and melted Neva.
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Here's a new chapter of 100 years of solitude and nicotine
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And I inhale the smoke of the modes you have lived through and the points you have passed.
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Scotch and melted Neva.
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Here's a new chapter of 100 years of solitude and nicotine
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And I inhale the smoke of the modes you have lived through and the points you have passed.
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Peter, night, 100 years of solitude, scotch tape and melted Neva. |