| Ah, hundreds of crazy bodies ride the subway
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| Millions of abstruse words on the radio
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| Everyone runs while breathing.
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| Sometimes getting something is easier than not getting it
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| And then the dream remains drunk
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| The mind leaves and the fire in the eyes goes out
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| We don't sing and we don't write
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| Blind fury collide with a sick gut
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| In the same crazy flow of people in the subway
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| Step on my foot, bitch, I'll eat you alive!
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| All your fat carcass
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| And, the sky is crying with rain all about her, about him,
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| But not about us, everything is decided with us
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| let's go to
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| With me to where last spring
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| I lost my soul
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| Come with me there, come with me there
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| Come with me together
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| Let's leave the cities and be silent fish in the ponds
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| Let's finally leave the districts where:
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| alcoholics, noisy psychopaths, tired of psychedelics, various stimulants
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| It's time to end this business long ago,
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| But you end without simulation
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| Along laid routes, along bridges
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| We will not call anyone for you We will not listen to the gossip of empty rumors
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| Let's be true to our hearts
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| Where the clock has become forever in the city
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| And you can already betray everyone or become a saint
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| You can tear them all apart and then sew them up
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| And we have nowhere to go
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| There is no love in cars, there are no cars in people
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| Flowers do not grow in the sky, fascism on earth
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| And someone chooses to live, just live
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| Ah, we build and tear down
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| Ah, the sky is crying with rain all about her, about him
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| We are not hovering, we will hide under an umbrella
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| let's go to
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| With me to where last spring
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| I lost my soul
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| Come with me there, come with me there
|
| Come with me together
|
| Let's leave the cities and be silent fish in the ponds
|
| Let's finally leave the districts where:
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| alcoholics, noisy psychopaths, tired of psychedelics, various stimulants
|
| It's time to end this business long ago,
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| But you end without simulation |