And everything, everything, everything, everything,
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And it should have been earlier
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Talk about this and that.
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And everything, everything, everything, everything,
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And it should have been earlier
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Talk about this and that.
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My song is flying
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Past the villages, past the villages,
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Every Vasek knows me here,
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(So what?)
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Perhaps this is enough
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Girl, don't cry!
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Find another boy
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Now you see these dances
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For every second car, it means:
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I don't miss anymore
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Baby, good luck!
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And everything, everything, everything, everything,
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And it should have been earlier
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Talk about this and that.
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And everything, everything, everything, everything,
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And it should have been earlier
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Talk about this and that.
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My guitar picked up three chords,
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And invited you to this ball
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Degree per glass, I'm in the trash today,
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The boys said, I did not believe the words.
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I forget you, changing the game
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I'm the type that gets into trouble
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You put me in a black block, stop
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I promised you, come on, hold on tight.
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And everything, everything, everything, everything,
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I'm tired and carry me.
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And everything, everything, everything, everything,
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I'm screaming here with a guitar,
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This song is for her
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And everything, everything, everything, everything,
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And it should have been earlier |