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 **** |