Drugs and fucking money, I'm lost, I confess
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Weekdays are divided into schedules, melt away
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I will be reminded, but it will be too late
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Without you
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god,
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But I can handle
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Drugs and fucking money, I'm lost, I confess
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Weekdays are divided into schedules, melt away
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I will be reminded, but it will be too late
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Without you
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god,
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But I can handle
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Knocked over the bottle again, pours wine on the floor
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The puddle slowly creeps and would forget about everything
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And something poisons my soul, wants to infect alive,
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But I won't give up, it's true with Jacques Morali in unison
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Who was I?
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What have I become?
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Nightmares still fill the dream
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I looked into my eyes, gave a signal
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How to get out of the poison, failure again
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In the cold steps all the tears have cooled down
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About what I will take only with me
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It's one day of summer secrets
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Drugs and fucking money, I'm lost, I confess
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Weekdays are divided into schedules, melt away
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I will be reminded, but it will be too late
|
Without you
|
god,
|
But I can handle
|
Drugs and fucking money, I'm lost, I confess
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Weekdays are divided into schedules, melt away
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I will be reminded, but it will be too late
|
Without you
|
god,
|
But I can handle
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Moscow city — city of sins
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Numbers, bars, one shot, go
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Veil of night will cover the noisy city
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The first whiskey-cola, well, somewhere there is pain and cold
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The player wants his
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Price tag per check, on board
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The new album flies into the ears, takes on a new style
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We are not thrown into sleep, we are charged from the stars
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The bed in the hotel is broken, the child overdoses
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Drugs and fucking money, I'm lost, I confess
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Weekdays are divided into schedules, melt away
|
I will be reminded, but it will be too late
|
Without you
|
god,
|
But I can handle
|
Drugs and fucking money, I'm lost, I confess
|
Weekdays are divided into schedules, melt away
|
I will be reminded, but it will be too late
|
Without you
|
god,
|
But I can handle |