In my lungs, in my veins, darkness and dampness
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There is darkness and dampness in these wooden walls
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I would be glad to forget, probably, how it happened
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There is darkness and dampness in these wooden walls
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In my lungs, in my veins, darkness and dampness
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There is darkness and dampness in these wooden walls
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I would be glad to forget, probably, how it happened
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In my lungs, in my veins, darkness and dampness
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My silent protest
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Beech coffin and birch cross
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There was a beginning and there will be an end
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Everest will not fall at everyone's feet
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Raindrops beat on the tree
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I heard a family crying from above
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The earth rained down on the lid
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What was possible - now it is impossible
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Instead of tears, whitish pus
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Running down my cheeks
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Silent question stuck to the damp earth
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To dry lips
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I was given infinity, a gift
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They showed me heaven
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But I would give everything now
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To open your eyes again, bitch
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In my lungs, in my veins, darkness and dampness
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There is darkness and dampness in these wooden walls
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I would be glad to forget, probably, how it happened
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There is darkness and dampness in these wooden walls
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In my lungs, in my veins, darkness and dampness
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There is darkness and dampness in these wooden walls
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I would be glad to forget, probably, how it happened
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In my lungs, in my veins, darkness and dampness
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You can suddenly drive off in a dream
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Available in autumn and spring
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You can miss the moment
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You can catch an argument with your stomach
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You can slightly confuse the pedal
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Dark asphalt and cold steel
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The story is over, I'm sorry
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But the moral remained unclear
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It's autumn, morning, evening
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From now on I don't care
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And I'm probably endless
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Like movie characters
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You can visit more often
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Bring flowers here
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But there will be a day in the same box
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Lie down to take a nap and you, bitch
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In my lungs, in my veins, darkness and dampness
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There is darkness and dampness in these wooden walls
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I would be glad to forget, probably, how it happened
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There is darkness and dampness in these wooden walls
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In my lungs, in my veins, darkness and dampness
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There is darkness and dampness in these wooden walls
|
I would be glad to forget, probably, how it happened
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In my lungs, in my veins, darkness and dampness |