| I've been waiting for a lifetime to go away
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| Believe me when I think about it, it's madness
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| I try to make sense of it, however it is
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| But the more I work, the colder I am, it's not my fault
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| But the more I work, the colder I am, it's not my fault
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| Yeah, an unemployed person can go to sleep late
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| But he is unaccustomed to interacting with others
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| When I leave the house the air is good
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| It's better without cash than locked up in a trial period
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| Here time does not forgive, the wallet is moved
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| Maybe it's an advantage, so I want to drink and I can't
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| I have no fixed sociality, you are looking for a little peace of mind
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| I think it doesn't exist.
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| In the evening I go around swollen like someone who becomes an idiot
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| The next morning in a queue with the car in the middle of the frost
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| And they are fairy tales you can tell your child
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| And work no, it does not mobilize to work and I humiliate myself
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| Every colleague is hostile and makes me. |
| penalty
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| I don't listen to what they say, they talk about work even at dinner
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| And the scenario here does not change, it is an old reflection
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| It is the same as a mirror in front of a mirror
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| I've been waiting for a lifetime to go away
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| Believe me when I think about it, it's madness
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| I try to make sense of it, however it is
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| But the more I work, the colder I am, it's not my fault
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| But the more I work, the colder I am, it's not my fault
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| I used to have the habit of leaving, the alarm goes off (then)
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| Rushing to work, hurrying down the stairs
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| Who is it who can stand a day of normal life
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| There is nothing special here, every day is the same
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| It is no coincidence that you go to the same side every day
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| And the hands run on the same dial
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| Time flees and disenchants
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| Like tears that dissolve the makeup of women over forty
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| My mom sings her records of her generation
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| And he doesn't brag about me, I'm a disappointment, already
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| And he can't do that if I'm okay with smoking
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| One day I'm fine, one bad, I needn't even talk
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| My mind has always been half crazy
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| I had one more dream than the people of that square
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| I've made more than one girl cry myself
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| I often fled because routine kills me
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| I've been waiting for a lifetime to go away
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| Believe me when I think about it, it's madness
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| I try to make sense of it, however it is
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| But the more I work, the colder I am, it's not my fault
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| But the more I work, the colder I am, it's not my fault
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| I've been waiting for a lifetime to go away
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| Believe me when I think about it, it's madness
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| I try to make sense of it, however it is
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| But the more I work, the colder I am, it's not my fault
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| But the more I work, the colder I am, it's not my fault |