| With my head on one side into the whirlpool
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| It seemed to me that I was drowning on the contrary,
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| But on the palm of our entire fictional fleet
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| Rushing into the sea to fight at will, but not a word about love ****
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| With my head on one side into the whirlpool
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| It seemed to me that I was drowning on the contrary,
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| But on the palm of our entire fictional fleet
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| Rushing into the sea to fight at will, but not a word about love ****
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| I'm dreamy, so what? |
| Only sweeter masturbation -
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| Faster, no more often than thoughts turn everything around
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| Don't go after them - the fortuneteller is not on our way
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| Is my love blind, if it beats in the chest like that with sight?
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| Behind the eyes, like coals, cigarette butts led to you
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| Don't be sorry, don't get off me - cloyingly pretend
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| Where we have hardly been, and it is unlikely that a shadow walked -
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| In the darkness, thick as graveyards, we were given little
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| Convert, except for stains on the tablecloth
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| I feel for the thread and call you mother
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| You are satisfied - it means I hurt the board again
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| It's enough to drown in the abyss, finish me off - it's your turn
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| With my head on one side into the whirlpool
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| It seemed to me that I was drowning on the contrary
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| On the palm of our entire fictional fleet
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| Rushing into the sea to fight at will, but not a word about love ****
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| With my head on one side into the whirlpool
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| It seemed to me that I was drowning on the contrary,
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| But on the palm of our entire fictional fleet
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| Rushing into the sea to fight at will, but not a word about love ****
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| Haughtier than the sea in the downpour
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| You are my wondrous death
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| Burn bridges for a while
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| Or beg for beads from swingers
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| Maybe on loan
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| Yes, I postponed a couple of years
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| In case we decide
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| Trophies to gut
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| Get out, get out
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| Following those who followed
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| It never happened before you
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| Yes and after, apparently, no
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| Even after these after
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| It hardly shines like a beacon -
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| I will hit, but only near
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| You will drown, but secretly
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| With my head on one side into the whirlpool
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| It seemed to me that I was drowning on the contrary,
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| But on the palm of our entire fictional fleet
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| Rushing into the sea to fight at will, but not a word about love ****
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| With my head on one side into the whirlpool
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| It seemed to me that I was drowning on the contrary,
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| But on the palm of our entire fictional fleet
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| Rushing into the sea to fight at will, but not a word about love **** |