The newspaper is crumpled, all the tobacco from the collections is smoked out
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The ice of the glass will pull the sides and add lust to the fingers
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Distrust of people is stubbornly growing, like the prices of rare injections,
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But the red-haired lady again chooses cheap dances
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I will find you where the lanterns hug faces
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Where Saturday's stupid body drinks spectacularly, but can't get drunk
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Where toilets pose a big question about the taste of the golden capital:
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A powdered ball of queens and princes where morality and principle are forgotten
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There snow and frost cools the nose, but my scent is not stained with powder
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I brought the fragrance and am ready to surprise the masses on sparkling wheelbarrows, -
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Two even shoes will be raised on the table, and I am infinitely guilty,
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But drops fell on a white handkerchief - an incredible phenomenon!
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This is the best perfume on earth, I brought it for free
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I want everyone to understand that this smell is above debauchery!
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Just breathe, I give you the taste of an innocent soul,
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But in return I'll take your tears and youth
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Time to forget about what didn't come back to you
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This is the best perfume on earth, I brought it for free
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I want everyone to understand that this smell is above debauchery!
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Just breathe, I give you the taste of an innocent soul,
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But in return I'll take your tears and pain
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It hurts to understand, but who here understands love?
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And people fall to the floor, as if bevelled
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The masks of lust are off
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This is the first effect of the fragrance, as if deceived, bewildered
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They came the same, so similar, in heels and leather,
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But the doors will be left truly light-wise and cautious,
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And I give my payment to the beaker and after the handkerchief trick
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Leaving the club beaten-armless clown and fool
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And I wander forward, and I don’t know the count of either days, or love, or lost people ...
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I set fire to the villages of good this night, but opened the cities of justice
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This is the best perfume on earth, I brought it for free
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I want everyone to understand that this smell is above debauchery!
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Just breathe, I give you the taste of an innocent soul,
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But in return I'll take your tears and youth
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Time to forget about what didn't come back to you
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This is the best perfume on earth
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This is the best perfume on earth
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Is this love, is this love?
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I spent my soul on spirits and became empty...
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It's not my fault, it's not my wine
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But today you will learn about me from the news
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Is this love, is this love?
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I spent my soul on spirits and became empty...
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It's not my fault, it's not my wine
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But today you will learn about me from the news |