| Again crumpled feelings, again shackled with ice
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| Feel like just an abusive, tired of going to blame a person that won’t let you die
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| You have a holiday every day, but everything is sadder
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| Pain penetrates the molecules, I burrow underground
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| Into yourself past the eyes, also not understanding the answers
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| Fuck you are not people, fuck all the optimism, in the style of a lady we will defeat them all
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| Housewives of this game are behind, only fucked up ahead,
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| But he does not bypass
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| So everything was explained to me, I give birth to debtors in a place
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| That I didn’t choose and now get out of here, fucking, as an end in itself, but now I’m fucking
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| to end
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| Take away my pain, take away my pain if there is one
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| So many songs, but nothing about
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| I want more than anyone to die unknown now
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| Die unknown, break your soul into sections - not an option
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| I already gave you too much, I already gave you too much of myself
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| Take away my pain, take away my pain if there is one
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| So many songs, but nothing about
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| I want more than anyone to die unknown now
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| Die unknown, break your soul into sections - not an option
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| I already gave you too much, I already gave you too much of myself
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| And I'm on the verge again, in my heart forever December
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| We reveal all the cards, the game does not let us sleep,
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| But alas, we will continue to play it
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| Not a second without risk, I will erect an obelisk for myself
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| When a piercing shot is heard at night
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| And the call of the cross will not have time to save
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| So spin the drum, so spin it
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| It's like a fucking "Field of Miracles"
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| But alas, miracles are lies, I don't believe in them
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| Stop poking my fake cross
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| I will put cold metal to weight
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| Alas, we can’t return anything, I’ll pull the trigger
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| And finally I will get back to Spring, back to Spring
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| Back to Spring, back to Spring, back to Spring |