Sweet smoke you take me up
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Open any door in front of me unspoilt
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Give me wings
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I will accept you as a gift
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I will accept you as a gift
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Meanwhile, fresh March changed snowy January
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Shaved ignorant frantically shouted "Sieg Heil!"
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Having betrayed the grandfather's awards
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Red power at the helm gave a lot of indulgences to those who lost their ego
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Difficult, with lave
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They still didn't feel good
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They fell out of love with their parents
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While we tore with you across the country miles
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And the cities smoked up, smoked,
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But other laughter did not know
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Although he was completely romantic
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In the circle of the lost, who know your scent
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For real
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Dirty entrance killed more than one talent
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Who was afraid of novelty
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When banknotes themselves stuck to their hands, bitches, buying up stolen goods
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Record, booth, don't confuse me with a guru
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Coming to a bar where I'm alone in a dark corner
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Google will not find once the Lord hides
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Our streets do not cry - they treat and pay
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Instead of summer by the sea, they will be closed in checkered plastic
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Or drown in your sweetness - two ways,
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And you take me away
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Let red eyes in the night avoid the hustle and bustle of the day
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And share my passions
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And judge my brothers, because we don't need war
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From dirt to the hall
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Road, highway, bazaar-station
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Images to the stars, I'm for
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And you swim up to my window for breakfast, my favorite author
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I will be extremely accurate when changing the dispenser
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I don’t turn around locked up, not in a commune, not in a family,
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But still not alone on the whole earth
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After all, we are here to live, not survive
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If not, take it right now, but my mistakes are part of the bone
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For some, hell is rush hour
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And we have paradise without a sick head
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Let's play twirl
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I see the excitement to rise, but I don’t see the determination to overestimate
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I see you invented the principles right now
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And you stupidly say that you should go for them
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You see the sunrises at the exits and shout
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You're in vain, brother, not everything can be returned
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Among traffic jams, headless and driven
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On worn old leather coats
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I will continue to move away from the snowdrifts
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if you help to determine where is not that evil
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Cover with a veil
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I haven't seen tenderness more tender than your dense fog, do you believe?
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With you, I penetrated into houses and dissolved in their atmosphere
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