| She looked for me everywhere
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| Quickening melancholy - the outskirts of a dark, wild forest
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| Here, not according to the rules of the city
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| Notes interfered with groping for the glow
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| Trusted only in the interests
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| Blurred eyes neglected you
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| Those serenades that were sung, heartbroken
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| In a world of dirty truth, hell was promised
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| And no matter how it was -
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| Someone is happy about it anyway
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| Careless facial expressions, powdered head
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| I brought a blind man here
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| stop this madness
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| Apparently - there was never a desire
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| A pacifist's nightmare
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| The evil minister closed the wires
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| Wow-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wow
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| Wow-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wow
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| I'm ready to give some man medicine, bomboclayats
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| I feel everything, fuck the cops
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| And the glocks on the triggers
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| Fuck this wa-a-a-a-a-ar
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| I'm ready to give some man medicine, bomboclayats
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| I feel everything, fuck the cops
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| And the glocks on the triggers
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| Fuck this wa-a-a-a-a-ar
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| Smoldering slowly
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| I see Cassandra slowly smoldering
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| Let her warm
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| Let her heal and come back
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| Smoldering slowly, I see how
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| Slowly smoldering Cassandra
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| Let her warm, let her heal
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| And comes back
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| No, this is not a crush test.
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| There is no enmity, we are not east to west
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| Fuck these beefs and tantrums
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| No, but - fuck these beefs and tantrums
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| It hurts about what's going on (everyone got up on the edge)
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| There is a way out for them - to accept (I do not choose)
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| Everything - instantly, without unnecessary emotions
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| In the hustle and bustle, it's hard in the scabbard
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| The concept is loaded, but everything is in the past
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| I'm ready to give some man medicine, bomboclayats
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| I feel everything, fuck the cops
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| And the glocks on the triggers
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| Fuck this wa-a-a-a-a-ar
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| I'm ready to give some man medicine, bomboclayats
|
| I feel everything, fuck the cops
|
| And the glocks on the triggers
|
| Fuck this wa-a-a-a-a-ar
|
| I'm ready to give some man medicine, bomboclayats
|
| I feel everything, fuck the cops
|
| And the glocks on the triggers
|
| Fuck this wa-a-a-a-a-ar
|
| I'm ready to give some man medicine, bomboclayats
|
| I feel everything, fuck the cops
|
| And the glocks on the triggers
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| Fuck this wa-a-a-a-a-ar |