I'm wearing headphones, I can't hear.
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The headlights are blinding and I can't see you
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I don't recognize any of you
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I don't recognize any of you at all.
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tucked into an aluminum side,
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tucked into an aluminum side,
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It burns on the tower time, which could
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Take minutes, the tower, whose time I could ...
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Hasta la vista, my arrows and glasses,
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Drops from sky-sky, and my time got wet.
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Banks are indignant and spit anger at the windows,
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I turn on the microphone and my throat is dry
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Because here
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Every minute is mine! |
Every minute is mine!
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Every minute is mine! |
Every minute!
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Every minute is mine! |
Every minute is mine!
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Every minute is mine! |
Every minute!
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Ordinary people run through the puddles.
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They will never meet anything that will occupy them.
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But running through puddles is understandable to people,
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This is what people need, and not vice versa.
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And I'll give my minutes, I don't mind
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Let only the runner run to the puddles, in me,
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I'm running out of gas, I'm a lighter
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I will be stuffy not in the fire.
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I gusher, but my smoke is dry. |
Fingers were washed into me.
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The sound is about to die out in me, I won't come to the dance.
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But somewhere in the body it rings, a spark goes into flight,
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And in this yellow-blue cloud everything is mine!
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Every minute is mine! |
Every minute is mine!
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Every minute is mine! |
Every minute!
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Every minute is mine! |
Every minute is mine!
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Every minute is mine! |
Every minute!
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Cities cover the windows of houses with curtains,
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As if I should not see the clock on the walls,
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In which every minute is mine!
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I'm wearing headphones, I can't hear.
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The headlights are blinding and I can't see you
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I don't recognize any of you
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I don't recognize any of you at all.
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I'm wearing headphones, I can't hear.
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The headlights are blinding and I can't see you
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I don't recognize any of you
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I don't recognize any of you at all.
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I'm wearing headphones, I can't hear.
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The headlights are blinding and I can't see you
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I don't recognize any of you
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I don't recognize any of you at all. |