I stick on the balcony, I've been stupid since morning
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The sky is crying and crippling, but I will be glad
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I see a fight near the school, I see a kindergarten
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Life boils with a hell of a key, I live for the sake of spending
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And I burn in my pens like a damn Notre Dame
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Home, home, home, me
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I will extract the soul from myself, and then I will sell it to others
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I don't know where is home, home, home
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My eyelids are heavy, the truth is people feel sorry
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My home, uh
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Confess your sins Confess yours
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I don't know where the house is
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And I confess: I forgot it on purpose
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I'm flying in the opposite direction, someone is signaling to me in the distance
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Everything that comes, I no longer notice
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And I just mix anger with anxiety and sadness
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I immediately jump behind the wheel
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If only this path would burn out
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No other motive moves me, by no means
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Mixing gin, johnny and juice
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Yes, it's gin, johnny and juice
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I still twist and turn
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I'm flying to a dream at the speed of feelings
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I did not forget about the task
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Didn't rely on luck
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Didn't think what would happen next
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And remember where I started
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There is a raft under my feet - and I climb the mast
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I raise the sails - there is land again, definitely, but
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I don't understand where the house is
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Where I was born
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Or where will I be buried?
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Where everything is confused
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What are they lifting upside down?
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I don't understand where the house is
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Where I will be pardoned
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Or where will I be executed?
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I don't understand where the house is
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And I don't remember him
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I stick on the balcony, I've been stupid since morning
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The sky is crying and crippling, but I will be glad
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I see a fight near the school, I see a kindergarten
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Life boils with a hell of a key, I live for the sake of spending
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And I'm burning in my pens like fucking Notre Dame
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I will extract the soul from myself, and then I will sell it to others
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My eyelids are heavy, the truth is people feel sorry
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Confess your sins Confess yours
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My home is not where I was born
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Not where we are on the block
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Collected someone's cartridge cases, someone's dreams and someone's tears
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Lose me in the wilderness and I will find myself a place to sleep
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Lose me, find me, because you need a man like me
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And what is false?
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You shout that my house is a high-rise building and a district
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I don't know where we are going
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And again the tour and again the house, and again the hall, and the fume
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I do not know the place where I will go out
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Clearly, I'm pressing on the red
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After all, life is beautiful, but it’s not a fact that a contract will pull me out
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And I'll get stuck, ha
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All in gray colors, ha
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Mass is with me
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She's flammable (What?)
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I'll be pulled over (what?)
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Everything hurts me
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My home is not where they are waiting for me, where it is safe and the route:
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I'm wearing a mask again
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My
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The quarter is worn out
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I fly into Uber
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I stick on the balcony, I've been stupid since morning
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The sky is crying and crippling, but I will be glad
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I see a fight near the school, I see a kindergarten
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Life boils with a hell of a key, I live for the sake of spending
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And I burn in my pens like a damn Notre Dame
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I will extract the soul from myself, and then I will sell it to others
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My eyelids are heavy, the truth is people feel sorry
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Confess your sins Confess yours |