| Two headphones under a white hat
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| Tight fit to the ears
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| It's hot in the capital - winter replaced alive
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| Buried in shashny
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| In the yards, as a position -
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| Got a little wobbly
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| And the whole electorate fled
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| It hurt for their fooled mind
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| Love is gone, as courage is gone
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| We would not have met sober
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| Would be puzzled by problems
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| Which are not
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| Caricatures of death, kaens, queens
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| And in this wine
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| My fault is not yet, but it will be
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| And while I'm here - no one judges,
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| But can think
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| So maybe blow to me too?
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| In the smell of gasoline
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| Hasty shenanigans
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| jungle cities
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| I'm fucking proud of myself, I'm friends with you
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| And I'm lucky to circle with you a little
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| I saw the sky a little
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| Now I am silent much more often, why?
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| Is it important to talk about something here, where there is no show-off?
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| It's calm there - here is the race,
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| But I'm home!
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| Where would they all get problems,
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| And I sat down with you for five seconds
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| I looked and fucked up finally,
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| And in the sky there is no end and edges
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| No chance to be alone
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| (Ah yo, station-station)
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| We were attacked by dry land, we need two
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| I myself represent a generation - a complete fuck
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| Your love is fucked up if you don't show off
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| Puts the boy on his knees with skillful tears
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| I didn't cry, I grew up
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| And I didn’t sit on anything, my nose just wanted to
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| Runny nose and cold
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| People didn't greet us - I fucked them in the mouth
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| Knew it would be the other way around
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| And now, it's the opposite,
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| But something doesn't take
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| Seems to be okay
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| But definitely not a coup
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| And we will all be at the gate
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| So do not fool around, otherwise you will run into defense
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| You won't take it out - that's all
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| Spring caught from the inside by the gills
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| More powerful injections of ephidrine destroyed
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| Pressed on the cold floor
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| A crazy dream rushed again and again
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| Didn't die, reborn
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| I saw the sky a little
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| Now I am silent much more often, why?
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| Is it important to talk about something here, where there is no show-off?
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| It's calm there - here is the race,
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| But I'm home!
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| Where would they all get problems,
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| And I sat down with you for five seconds
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| I looked and fucked up finally,
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| And in the sky there is no end and edges
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| No chance to be alone |