| I! |
| I-I!
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| I look out the window, the guys are stupidly fishing
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| I won't take it all, I'll throw it away
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| Hey! |
| Hey!
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| These guys stupidly fish with a stick in a puddle
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| And they roar to the whole yard that I'm a terrible asshole
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| They feel sorry for the girls, why?
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| They run here like Sasha Rybak is here
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| Do they need grandmas? |
| Fairy tales
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| They need sticks, petting
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| They don't need publicity
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| I look into these eyes
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| They are wonderful
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| And I call them—
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| My golden
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| Goldfish
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| My golden (what?)
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| Goldfish (and I call them!)
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| My golden
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| Goldfish
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| My golden (what?)
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| Goldfish
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| I'm a player, give me a task
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| Or fulfill a wish
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| The two of us in the bedroom
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| I know in advance what will happen next
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| We will burn in the flames of passion (no!)
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| You will be stung (oh shit!)
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| I pity like Kobe
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| Like I'm a fucking black mamba
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| It's a sweet death
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| I know that soon I will definitely blow up another dam
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| Then fuck
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| I throw a seine into the bluest sea
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| Round after round
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| Are you ready to give half of yourself for a moment
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| When I melted your lambda
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| I won’t take it all, I’ll throw it off (woo!)
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| I don't even need half (Damn!)
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| So as not to stick a bastard in the back with a knife
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| For my Lana, Lada, Luda, Lida, Lina
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| In the morning you leave silently
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| Either I will leave you myself - to choose
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| Amore, amore
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| Liebe, Liebe
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| I look out the window
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| The guys stupidly catch fish with a stick in a puddle
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| And they shout to the whole yard that I'm a terrible asshole
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| They feel sorry for the girls, why?
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| They run here as if Sasha Rybak is here
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| Do they need grandmas? |
| Fairy tales
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| They need sticks, petting
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| They don't need publicity
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| I look into these eyes
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| They are wonderful
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| And I call them—
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| My golden
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| Goldfish
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| My golden (what?)
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| Goldfish (and I call them!)
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| My golden
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| Goldfish
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| My golden (what?)
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| Goldfish
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| Goldfish slip right through your fingers
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| Any of them would have become a slave long ago in my situation
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| Either I'm tired of drinking them, or everything in me is so suppressed by their style
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| And I'm stuck on this whole aquarium
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| As if you can see the prestige there
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| All the pearls in my collection with eyes like sapphires
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| And were you expecting a miracle?
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| So your miracle is on your knees before someone in the toilet,
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| And I'm a dead young bastard
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| Purple drowns me - this is no longer humor
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| Me and my fish are drinking from glasses again
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| No one here will disturb us on the fucking day
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| My golden
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| Goldfish
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| My golden (what?)
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| Goldfish (and I call them!)
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| My golden
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| Goldfish
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| My golden (what?)
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| Goldfish |