I will die smartly, famously
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I will sing loudly, softly
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I will remember a kiss on my lips
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Stopped burning, stopped lying, where are you, where?
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Kiss me gently with a noose so where are you, where?
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Kiss me with the pin one more time, where are you, where are you?
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Kiss even with a tire iron right on the chest
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Salt like an underline to taste, drown
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Is it in you, is it in you, is it in you, is it with me, is it with me, is it with me
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We were not enough of us and we accepted to get rich
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Is it in the ground, is it in the ground, is it in the ground, is it spring, is it spring, is it spring
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There is less snow, and we are forced to smolder
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Now I'm looking for you at night like in Zemfira's track
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Among the gingerbread houses, only larvae, massifs are visible.
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Straps, only bars and plums, in the morning migraine, prunes
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And I would merge, but the pitchfork echoes the cry
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I can't do otherwise, my heart is strictly open
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Legs pull to the house, home, where peace
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With a smile without a squint, the ends will meet at the back of the head
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I won't stop laughing
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Looking for you in my tracks as in the tracks of Zemfira
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But you found yourself a shelter, in the hands of carbines
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Forever with resentment, forever with a shovel, breath
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Will fill the days-gaps when you didn’t warm inside
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We sweep white traces of grins over the threshold
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The fool has the last laugh
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A fool screams from a distance, an interlocutor in theory
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Are you sure, only a word, only a word will hurt
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We washed you like a T-shirt that hangs from the edges
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Sleep different as poles
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We washed you like a T-shirt that hangs from the edges
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Sleep different as poles
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Loud, quiet, this is my loud, quiet
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This is my loud, quiet, this is my loud, quiet
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Loud, quiet, this is my loud, quiet
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This is my loud, quiet, this is my loud, quiet
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Loud, quiet, loud, quiet, loud, quiet, loud
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Loud, quiet, loud, loud, quiet, loud
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Loud, quiet, loud, loud, quiet, loud
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Loud quiet |