Chloe, let me go, I'm already going to the bottom
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Generation stores everything that we see in reality
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And there is paranoia in the hotel, we do not dry for three days
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I only want her, tear again, and tear, needle
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Another sleepy groundhog day, again we rise from the bottom
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Dive into it, I love her to the ground
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I pray, leave me, we are at the bottom, like a generation
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With your head gone into yourself, Chloe, let me go
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Chloe, I'm in love with you, we're growing up, we're about 20
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20, and what, but as the lost, spirit-fallen one sees
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My generation, party time
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Ken or Barbie, we muddle time
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What are you doing there, fak-commentator
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Chloe from the couch, throws you a fuck
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Ah, what's my name, ah, ah, what?
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grunge, light, rap - kal
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E, rock, here comes the drama
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You all scream about new guys
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Standing on the sidelines, there are hips somewhere
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The bed is burning, I know - the bottom, we raised it from childhood
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And in the greenhouse your son will grow up at a new school
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We are in Russia, everyone is hostile, our mentality is beautiful
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And I see it all, I want to love you all
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And I dissolve, speed, I want to be more purified
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I want to be quieter, vocabulary flies to the scrap
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I want to be the light, but we will drown where there is calm
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I want to remain the one who was brought up since childhood
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I love my family, they are me Once - our meeting, two - we are killed
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Three - we woke up and are not ashamed, we are like people, those who, bitch, are disabled without love
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One - our meeting, two - we are killed
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Three - we woke up and are not ashamed, we are like people, those who, bitch, are disabled without love
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Chloe, let me go, I'm already going to the bottom
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Generation stores everything that we see in reality
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And there is paranoia in the hotel, we do not dry, for three days
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I only want her, tear again, and tear, needle
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Another sleepy groundhog day, again we rise from the bottom
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We dive into it, I love her to the ground
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I pray, leave me, we are at the bottom, like a generation
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With your head gone into yourself, Chloe, let me go |