My conscience tied my hands shamelessly
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She pressed my lips, left only my eyes
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I look at you and try to at least breathe
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Calmly. |
It doesn't hurt if there is nothing to wait
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Wait…
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And behind the door waiting for attention
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Someone is asking for silence
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Someone's angel smiles
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Will not stretch out his hands to you
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In the rain in spite of colds to everyone
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Leaving, sending everything to hell, everyone
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No one will forbid me to watch
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At least look at you.
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Forgive me if you can, my sad happiness
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How do I know that there is something about which it is better not to sing?
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And it's better not to think, not to remember, not to wait, not to be bored
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when you decide to leave again, leave,
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fly away
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And behind the door waiting for attention
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Someone is asking for silence
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Someone's angel smiles
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Will not stretch out his hands to you
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In the rain in spite of colds to everyone
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Leaving, sending everything to hell, everyone
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No one will forbid me to watch
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At least look at you.
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My conscience tied my hands shamelessly
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She pressed my lips, left only my eyes
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I look at you and try to hold back the tears at least
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I look at you I look at you I look...
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at you
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And behind the door waiting for attention
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Someone is asking for silence
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Someone's angel smiles
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Will not stretch out his hands to you
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In the rain in spite of colds to everyone
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Leaving, sending everything to hell, everyone
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No one will forbid me to watch
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At least look at you... |