Threw one and a half wheels of Xanax under the tongue, a dull view from the window
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peregrine falcon
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Tomorrow a new life begins here is my second diploma in
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Institute of marriage
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Don't get married while you're alive, brother, my friend Vyatich told me over a beer
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Pavel Mint
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And he was a thousand times right, still not with him to the grave
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Take a partner
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We all stand in line for execution, someone groans, someone
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Gets on the move
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I go out to stomp a new city my dreams are flowing through
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Railway station slurry
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Coffee from the vending machine vegetable shawarma is getting light, we are all in the oven
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burning
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We groan in alcoholic otkhodnyaks, writhing under the youth
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Pop Hits
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Watching my world fall apart slowly and sleepily drive
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With your sting
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While affectionate devils pass through the balls with the blunt side of the dagger
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Fuck you
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You have nothing but beautiful packaging, you are meaningless
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Like a printout of a landscape
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But your comments and stupid philistine dreams are not enough for me
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How
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The conveyor belt is carrying into the vent, but every second is still
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Good for her
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I will not be, but the street will have a shiny noir after the rain
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My soul
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I enter the hut without unpacking my suitcase, I lie down between two |
By train
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My house is everywhere and nowhere wallpaper in the soot they are already licked off the walls
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flames
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Every time I close my eyelids, I die and death looks at yours
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Through the eyes
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Hugs your arms I can't breathe my legs give way
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I fall on the tatami
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Fresh as dew your lips kiss me and I wake up from
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Awareness
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A terrible secret, but I go out into the yard or onto the platform and forget everything
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Every time I close my eyelids, I die and death looks at yours
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Through the eyes
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Hugs your arms I can't breathe my legs give way
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I fall on the tatami
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Fresh as dew your lips kiss me and I wake up from
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Awareness
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A terrible secret, but I go out into the yard or onto the platform and again everything
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I forget
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I never look back as if there is somewhere and someone me
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sees off
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On a long journey, I do not check the personal, as if between
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beggars
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Suck or fit missing messages about imaginary happiness
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There was nothing under the photo with me there will be no caption "with cute in
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registry office"
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And I continue to fuck up until a random ending, just live until
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I will die
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The imprint of my fuck on your soles, give me these years
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Drag |
Hitting 'em like bumps on paper while you're hacking into this game
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I'm retiring who's extreme here, let him shit in my footprints
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On snow
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Lived long enough to realize how stupid I am
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fragile
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The body breaks after jumping into the void and I need a minimum of bitches
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To understand I'm a mongrel that yearns for caresses never seen
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Hand
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To understand I am where the Sonderkommandos will not find me
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Investigation groups
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Clapping my eyes like a doll this is just a reflex I don't call anyone
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I don't need you and to swear I swallow smoke on the platform
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But every howl I send as a carrier pigeon to your house
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Adjusting the fire so that the fire of these words is reflected in your eyes
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Every time I close my eyelids, I die and death looks at yours
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Through the eyes
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Embraces your breath with your hands, catches the downed fall
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on the tatami
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Fresh as dew your lips kiss me I wake up from
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Awareness
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A terrible secret, but I go out into the yard or onto the platform and forget everything
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Every time I close my eyelids, I die and death looks at yours
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Through the eyes
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Embraces your breath with your hands, catches the downed fall |
on the tatami
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Fresh as dew your lips kiss me I wake up from
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Awareness
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A terrible secret, but I go out into the yard or onto the platform and again everything
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I forget |