Train, train, are you drunk or am I?
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A song in the ears, a sneaker in sneakers, eyes hiding in the windows
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Silhouettes of villages near Moscow
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Extinct floor by huge hordes of new buildings
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Russia like me, like a lantern
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What shines 4 times a day, right on the eve of the day
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The choice of choices that the passengers chose
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What they chose, they chose, how they lived, so they lived, and
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black stripe all around
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Lesari - a construction of sour milk, a scoop, oh, yes
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Like a cracked Pleiades, like a station, a barricade
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Dotted with outcasts
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I will trust them more
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Than types on cool Behas
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Than bitches so under the nut and heaps
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What masturbate next to them, yes
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And pull the legs
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But does the train swell from the eternally stingy road? |
Where?
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Outside the city window
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Where they dilute the blood with tears to get enough
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Outside the window of cold
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What scare us with eyes through the glass in trains
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Outside the city window
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Where they dilute the blood with tears to get enough
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Outside the window of cold
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What scare us with eyes through the glass in trains
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Even the devil breaks his leg, drags the servants on someone's shoulders
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Doomed on the road, life is a train to the end
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Only and only, white breathes dearly
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Here snow or cooler than demons or God
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I looked into the faces of those sitting opposite
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I looked into the faces of those sitting on the other side of the window
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Does anyone know how much flesh is in the train?
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If not, then why is she beating back and forth
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I looked into the faces of those sitting opposite
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I looked into the faces of those sitting behind me
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Does anyone know how much flesh is in the train?
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If not, then why is something beating from the chest, where?
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Outside the city window
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Where they dilute the blood with tears to get enough
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Outside the window of cold
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What scare us with eyes through the glass in trains
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Outside the city window
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Where they dilute the blood with tears to get enough
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Outside the window of cold
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What scare us with eyes through the glass in trains |