I'm about to be noticed
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Dear paranoia
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The state that is so loaded
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This is his homonym
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I inspire myself with fairy tales
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And I'm about to be revealed
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I haven't been human for a long time.
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And then we'll all drown
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I'm about to be burned
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Looking into the white ashes
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Or buried alive
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With those who no longer believe
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And "just about" is the motto
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stuck like an echo
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We are a little bit to "well arrived"'
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And step to the end of the world
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I'll tell you about the fall
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Do you mind if I sit down?
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Why don't I believe in miracles?
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To be honest, it should
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Who among Judas' friends?
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The ones you are more happy with
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I'm stuck on the edge between
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White noise and stage
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Why so much bile?
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The one that splashes in freedom
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Through the sewers
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After all, the artist was hungry
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Worked for money
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Writhing in sonic ecstasy
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If the rapper sinned
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Someone jinxed the artist
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Looking at it from a perspective
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Subjectively, it seemed
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Why the hell should I hold my hand
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The one that obviously sees lies only?
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And delving into every step ahead
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Blindly believe, but carefully
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And fate will surely burn
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And stun not weak shiver
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Not delving into the error damage
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I ran around St. Petersburg
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Feeling like your heart is going to jump
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And I ran in circles
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Stepping on the same rake
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On the floor of a five-star in the center
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On the Korintievsky carpet
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I mixed her clothes with dust
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That's how they flew in slow-mo
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Winged so beautiful
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This is qualia, not karma
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And I see red as blue
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I knew, dooming myself to collapse
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I understood that there is obviously
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And when you have not a hundred, but thousands of eyes
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It is difficult to hide intrigue in the crowd
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My world has its own foundations
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Kuok is addicted to imaginary thoughts
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What seems to be foolish
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I sometimes present to the strong
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I love from these moments
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Hand shaking, stress and arrhythmia
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And I'll make my loved ones see
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Only blue, let it be forced
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sorry
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Blue-blue me, gray-grey world
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Scarlet eyes, and someone loved them
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Son, sinner I did not sin this time
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Do not answer for the market and all the garbage that I did
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Blue-blue me, gray-grey world
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Scarlet eyes, and someone loved them
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Son, sinner I did not sin this time
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Do not answer for the market and all the garbage that I did
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Blue-blue me, gray-grey world
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Scarlet eyes, and someone loved them
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Son, sinner I did not sin this time
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Do not answer for the market and all the garbage that I did
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Blue-blue me, gray-grey world
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Scarlet eyes, and someone loved them
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Son, sinner I did not sin this time
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Do not answer for the market and all the garbage that I did |