And we're falling falling falling falling into the sky
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Dancing in a fairytale forest on vast wastelands
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Where I'm so crazy happy to see you
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And we're falling falling falling falling into the sky
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Taking off from the ground where I lost you
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Dying of love forever for you
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I'm here... to find myself to find myself to find myself!
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In the body of a madman with radical thoughts
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For truth and principles, for trauma and seizures
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Take to write down, strange letters
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By the hands of those who were tired during their lifetime, who were waiting for remissions
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We are told that we are not alone, where are we then?
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My guardian angel did not save my mind and sat on a glass and sang loudly until the morning
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Collecting with him the ashes of loss, in the backyard where the earth smolders
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He asked to switch roles with foam at the mouth because he liked hell so much
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How many favorite cold bodies
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Give me a rendezvous of a kindred soul for at least a day
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What would I hear behind the voices of people and their love
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Hands on the face and their warmth to be happy with me
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I hear the sound of light that burns oxygen to me
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How much to talk about pain will the metronome count |
Souls will silently fall as winds on my house
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Giving me joy or pain creating mourning and love
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Drama hurts to the point of injury, but we've been waiting for a miracle for so long
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Death has plans for us, because a miracle is just... God's mistake
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And we're falling falling falling falling into the sky
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Dancing in a fairytale forest on vast wastelands
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Where I'm so crazy happy to see you
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And we're falling falling falling falling into the sky
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Taking off from the ground where I lost you
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Dying of love forever for you
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Holy enegima in a gloomy area puts icons
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They overturned the devil's cradle for fun when they saw how a terrible fetus was crying
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Only? |
is it so difficult? |
Living among strange stories? |
in the pursuit of disaster?
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Drive yourself at home? |
hurt yourself? |
uh
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Read you on the squeak of boots
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Moonshine will pour from my wound
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What would you get drunk and sleep
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Under my white wing
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To forget and throw the load
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In the sky where white is white
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Tell me where are we? |
I see people around me without a shadow
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Ancestors, tribe, rivers, vermouth, 25 hours, delusional time
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A native person sees me, he constantly stands behind me |
And I know that I'm not alone..
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He is here to save me, because he saw how we
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And we're falling falling falling falling into the sky
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Dancing in a fairytale forest on vast wastelands
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Where I'm so crazy happy to see you
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And we're falling falling falling falling into the sky
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Taking off from the ground where I lost you
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Dying of love forever for you
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If you got here, let's have a market
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Trouble for me, this is what it seemed
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For me, food is what is in front of my eyes.
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Fucking sur in the morning
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I write backs when I puke in the toilet from hunger
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And I spit on you tatatatata so
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I see a fucking freak who is fiercely confused now
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He casts no shadow
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In the massacre, disposable in fact
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And it would seem a rival
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Flying into all the cash registers on treason to take a picture on the profile with Vitya the classic on the shift
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I want to let you go through the lawlessness to disassemble you diligently for the cause
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Or just make you lose weight by an independent process
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I'm caring, uncle, I ordered problems for you
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Madly you can be the first second - crazy,
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I've lost my mind again because I can't get out of here |
You see, measuring panic on bits is a vario that will give you a hundred pounds of numbers
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for you it's a joke in a monologue for me all these troubles, life
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the path to victory, for me the finale is a sad end
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they remember my voices under the crunches of bones
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how I felt death and thought about it
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waste this is my morning flex
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sobriety fucking moment
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and i'm bored fucked
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but I'm thrilled that you have to listen to it
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Press on, overdosed while you were worried
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Absolutely came back to give you the finale
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Which you have been waiting for, for which they are not sorry
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My shadow here enveloped the campaign of the city
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It's like you have nothing to say to the ship
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they are drawn to me because they saw themselves there
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heard for the wolf but did not listen to you
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it's a shame that you're still not shit
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no one needs the winner bduto classic
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Vitya so diligently tried to show them!
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but half does not understand who is in the end there in the final
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I so want to take you for a day and show you the dawn
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sick world in this terrible head, everything seems to you that your shadow is behind |
but turn around and you will see a neatly placed badybag |