| I ran through the wet streets. |
| With a sharp look
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| Escorted people. |
| Why is everything so loud?
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| Fell into mud puddles, lost connection and
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| How can I not fall into the abyss when there are only misfortunes around?
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| People, as in a deck. |
| different suit
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| Someone went to hell. |
| Good morning to someone, hello.
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| And I would be away from these mugs and mouths
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| Leg shaking? |
| Go home and pack.
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| Smells of Coco Chanel mixed with rain.
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| One umbrella for two, stand together
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| There is more water in shoes than at home in the tap
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| Now I don’t care that I will cough in the morning.
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| Conversation without meaning and somehow everything hung
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| Everything has gone somewhere. |
| So fast.
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| Catch a taxi? |
| No, I'm close here
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| Well, everything. |
| Till. |
| I'll pass the note on.
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| Freedom of speech. |
| Freedom of mind and body
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| I'm running through the mud. |
| Who cares?
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| The soul is black as coal, even write with chalk
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| You can’t wash everything off with water, and breathe once in a while.
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| This fucking world is like a cheap shooting range
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| Looking for the truth, I broke into hundreds of apartments,
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| Buying flowers and candles often
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| It's better than shoulder straps.
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| Along the way, God forgot me or abandoned me
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| Left faith, you are so strong
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| I break stereotypes like walls with fists
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| I play for opinions. |
| Grown in yards.
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| Water is everywhere, pouring so hard
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| Call someone, but the mobile phone is dead
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| In this grid, people swell, stably
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| And so insultingly offended that they go plentifully.
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| Brick buildings will soon collapse
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| Houses of that perestroika, I remember this kitchen
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| Looking out the window, seeing mountains, clean air
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| It's not too late to start living in peace again.
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| The city drowns with daily routine
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| Someone on their knees, someone in a long line
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| Someone opens the door with one click,
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| And someone is poisoned and lives one day. |