Hey, residents, my hands gasped for air in an attempt to survive,
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Feet stupidly trampled the thresholds of frostbitten movements,
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I myself have not been me for a long time, but I believe in miracles, as if they are with me, laughing,
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I will never live differently, none of you know me so well to see
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if I pay...
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Sad May two thousand and six, take out my head in joy without injections,
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Further truth, I hardly remember my name,
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But I scatter everyone here purely on my jokes,
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I am chained by the heart when I hear the sound
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He helps me to be not so confused...
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Although sometimes very...
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Chorus
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I'm on the top floor
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I sit and wait for my spring,
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Sometimes I smile and sing...
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I'm not worried about anything, I know that she will come soon,
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If the waves are throwing, then there’s no tone and that’s all ...
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Here on the top floor
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No matter how many years have passed, no matter how many will be ahead,
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Sit and wait for me from below, because I'm already getting down,
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Apparently I won't tear right away, but you sit and wait...
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flow to the ceiling,
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Don't buy lines
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Apparently everyone can do it differently, but I just couldn't,
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And somehow FSUs, the southeast rolls here,
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Brother, you are not my brother, but most likely my son is enough
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To melt in spring, in winter, how to bang by itself!
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Listen to the music, and better take care of yourself, Vasya,
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We love a daring beat when it hammers, don't heal my head, listen, let's merge,
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I'm in the Soho club on Levice, I don't give an autograph, if you want you can lick it a bit ...
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In the Soho club my brothers, like in the heat, party, we hang out, we hang out,
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under tussin in buterate,
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To the first mother of a young age, to foam at the mouth, we raise our glasses, you know!
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flow to the ceiling,
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Fall here here sucker
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It's strange I don't have to prove that I'm not bad,
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My dance is rather funny, but it's really simple...
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Apparently everyone can do it differently, but I just couldn't! |