I'll pack my clothes, I'm going away,
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Everything that you carry is in your head like an explosion.
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Dirty soul, dope on the sheet.
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Better not interfere, there is nothing to regret.
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All your words are more than absurd.
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I definitely can't take another day.
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You can curse both me and the world.
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I don't care now - go away.
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Chorus:
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Mentally, you tried to shoot yourself a thousand times,
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But there is no point in changing anything. |
Shut up.
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There are a couple of weeks to forget everything, not to take it so close.
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Don't promise to return for an encore.
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And life is like plasticine, we stuck nonsense,
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They painted a dream, forgetting about everyone.
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But a dirty soul, and nonsense on the sheet
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You will set fire and inhale more strongly.
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A world where there is no me, and finally it's easy.
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Fly reaching up to the clouds.
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I hate everything about you.
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Find yourself a new role.
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Chorus:
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Mentally, you tried to shoot yourself a thousand times,
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But there is no point in changing anything. |
Shut up.
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There are a couple of weeks to forget everything, not to take it so close.
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Don't promise to return for an encore.
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Lisa Small - Mentally for.
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March, 2016. |