I'm not lucky with you
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After all, I call, you are a subscriber
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You twist me like the sun, bending along the axis
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I think to forgive everything, I think to grow together
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I keep thinking of asking if it's worth it to forgive
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You call, I am a subscriber
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Our circle is closed again
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If Achilles is strong, then today he is heel
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One, two, three for tsuefa, then to the store, like fuss
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We are proud of exactly what we are not proud of a priori
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I'm on white-white, clean, you disfigure me
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As if you are my war and I want to accept it
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Mono-armor from machine guns, where everyone was, those words
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For me, you are part of the bend, like the gymnast Khorkina
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You don't recognize my voice, today I'm all in anguish
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I don't see you old, and I don't see myself with a cane
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My LEGO from cubes, rotates in the game,
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But today is our holiday, we bathe in caviar
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And again: "I'm sorry, come to me."
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I'm like in bed, we're at the bottom
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Looking for a tattoo on my body
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When you count chic with your hand
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And you are my freshness in the forest of firs
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Feelings, you play like Richter
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Our common is stronger
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This is something that cannot be taken away
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This pain, these days, this thrill
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Be patient, don't cry, shut up, love and forget
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You open the keys for me, then shut up again
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We create everything, this is the light of our soul
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This pain, these days, this thrill
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Be patient, don't cry, shut up, love and forget
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You open the keys for me, then shut up again
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Everything we create is the light of our soul
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You are my capricious, all tantrums are just time
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Even if we get sick, we will endure together, loving
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Watch Rami Malek
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Imagine that I am a star
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I am so gallant
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That I'll waste my talent
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It's hard to explain
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Much easier to say:
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You are my myth that smolders
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Honestly, I don't know what to do
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If you don't believe in me
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Then my God believes in me
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Mom, I drive myself again
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Outside the window is our winter
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One, two, three for tsuefa, for water, like vanity
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We are proud of exactly what we are not proud of a priori
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I will forget who I am, but I will keep her honor
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Our life is equivalent to someone who does not lie to us
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This pain, these days, this thrill
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Be patient, don't cry, shut up, love and forget
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You open the keys for me, then shut up again
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We create everything, this is the light of our soul
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This pain, these days, this thrill
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Be patient, don't cry, shut up, love and forget
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You open the keys for me, then shut up again
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Everything we create is the light of our soul |