"You should grow up"
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Friends tell me
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Dad, tell me what the bracelets are for
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After all, this is my life
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I fly like in a dream
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I float between the clouds
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There's no running around here
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Do you want to come with me
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Lines fly to children's heads
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Like seeds in fertile land
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Someone launches poison from the stage,
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But not me, I give two hundred percent
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There are no recipes for stupidity
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Speech and thoughts should be obvious
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Start with dynamite
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Ride the world, man
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Do not mindlessly copy other people's actions
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Telly feeds fast food
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Yes, he is the best in this business, but you are lucky
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Maybe someone will study your work under a magnifying glass
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Then he will finally understand
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What you do with your heart does not roll into the abyss
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Will stay here over the years, brother
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Yes, we are all dust on our hands
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There are not enough cards to win a minute from death
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And let it make you feel terrible
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Once you become sensitive
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When you wake up, don't think that there's a lot of time
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Time flies like a bullet
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Sometimes you have to take a risk by jumping down with a parachute
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Or dive to the sharks
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There are no formulas and schemes
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Erase everything on the board, draw a nomad there
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What sits on the sand
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Contemplating the Universe, he burns textbooks
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In a lonely fire
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Governments and their religions disappear
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Don't lose interest
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Find points everywhere and draw lines
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"You should grow up"
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Friends tell me
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Dad, tell me what the bracelets are for
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After all, this is my life
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I fly like in a dream
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I float between the clouds
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There's no running around here
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Do you want to come with me
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Man loves secrets
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Elixirs of immortality, bright stones
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What will fill the pockets
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Say a lot, not a little, goosebumps down your back
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We read the ornament
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Drawn by ancestors centuries ago
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We forgot how to
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Get something valuable in one of the ways
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Own experience is small
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The raft sails on the waves without flint and compass
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I introduced a hammock
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Between several palm trees on an abandoned island
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I'm like a mosquito
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What squeaks in silence, but the Universe does not care
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So I would like to know
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What is there in the depth and beyond
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Soon a new dawn
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Reluctance to grow up, wake up with an alarm clock
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Electronic bracelet
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Electronic snapshots, short characters
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synthetic light
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Fantastic age in the galactic module
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I draw in 7D
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The birth of the planet, succumbing to emotions
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"You should grow up"
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Friends tell me
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Dad, tell me what the bracelets are for
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After all, this is my life
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I fly like in a dream
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I float between the clouds
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There's no running around here
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Do you want to come with me |