Something feeling bad
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Some sort of premonition
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Petals wither on artificial flowers
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white daisies
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The room is decorated
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Gobies are warming in a saucer at home
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On each my lipstick
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So close to the heart is not necessary
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I myself would be glad
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But I can't, I can't, do you hear?
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It didn't work out again...
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In a telephone wire
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Your arguments are crowding
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Without waiting for a reason, you put an end to
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The saucer is overflowing
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And new ones come
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And hardly familiar - there is no difference
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On each my lipstick
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So close to the heart is not necessary
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I myself would be glad
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But I can't, I can't, do you hear?
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On each my lipstick
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So close to the heart is not necessary
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I myself would be glad
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But I can't, I can't, do you hear?
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It didn't work out again...
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A sign in the mirror
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Wither reflection
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Sleepy movements, eyes do not shine
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The smoke will disperse into ashes
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The body is warming up in the bathroom
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And the bed will be made, empty like a look
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My lipstick will come off
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So close to the heart is not necessary
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I myself would be glad
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But I can't, I can't, do you hear?
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My lipstick will come off
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So close to the heart is not necessary
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I myself would be glad
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But I can't, I can't, do you hear?
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My lipstick will come off
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So close to the heart is not necessary
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I myself would be glad
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But I can't, I can't, do you hear?
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My lipstick will come off
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So close to the heart is not necessary
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I myself would be glad
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But I can't, I can't, do you hear?
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It didn't work out again... |