| We cannot become different and cannot become something new,
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| Be silent or shout with a speech, or with a single word.
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| Will I leave with success or still I will leave in disgrace,
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| I don’t know how it will be there, just see off in chorus.
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| So monotonously code the soul became homeless,
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| Then he found warmth and a home, he who was homeless.
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| Like a dog scurrying along the sidewalks of these streets,
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| Once we sat down tightly along the way, so we stumbled.
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| Here, as an infection sticks and holds so strongly,
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| This poet sings so, inside the heart hurts.
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| Inside it hurts so much and treacherously so empty,
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| The Almighty gave me the main thing - faith in art.
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| I do not believe in these feelings, leave and do not force,
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| It's so sad inside, I don't lose strength because of the bitch.
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| I look at your pictures, and you know it's just as gray
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| And here for the boys, yes, if it’s not a day like this, then it’s a problem.
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| Chorus:
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| And you will raise your hands so mortally from captivity,
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| Sounds alternately, and the clock is tick-tocks.
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| According to the variable of the heart, you are right.
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| So and so I will ask a fist at the ceiling.
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| And you will raise your hands so mortally from captivity,
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| Sounds alternately, and the clock is tick-tocks.
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| According to the variable of the heart, you are right.
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| So and so I will ask a fist at the ceiling.
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| Yes, do not leave here alone and it's so lonely here
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| They don’t save juice here, he wrote everyone off for a period
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| Someone at 40 is a sucker, someone at 20 is bad,
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| And I'm 24 and I'm fed up with the commotion.
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| Maybe I just succumbed to feelings on the wrong road,
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| I swallowed insults little by little, like muesli for breakfast.
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| But if you don't know how not to oxidize here,
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| Keep the pressure on the pulse, they will reveal their faces.
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| Are you a chick or a bird, swing or sleep,
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| Dreams exist, dreams can come true.
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| Dreams can be shaved, hold them tight boy
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| The main thing here is not to stray, you will hear how we bring down.
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| As with an exhalation on a sigh, the light fell from the stage,
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| When one took the microphone and said problems to everyone,
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| By variable in the heart, by variable into the walls,
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| Do not back down, stumble - do not touch the veins.
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| Chorus:
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| And you will raise your hands so mortally from captivity,
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| Sounds alternately, and the clock is tick-tocks.
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| According to the variable of the heart, you are right.
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| So and so I will ask a fist at the ceiling.
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| And you will raise your hands so mortally from captivity,
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| Sounds alternately, and the clock is tick-tocks.
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| According to the variable of the heart, you are right.
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| So and so I will ask a fist at the ceiling.
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| And you will raise your hands so mortally from captivity,
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| Sounds alternately, and the clock is tick-tocks.
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| According to the variable of the heart, you are right.
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| So and so I will ask a fist at the ceiling.
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| And you will raise your hands so mortally from captivity,
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| Sounds alternately, and the clock is tick-tocks.
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| According to the variable of the heart, you are right.
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| So and so I will ask a fist at the ceiling. |