We often fail. |
Passion, hello
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Happiness changes colors once a day
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With you - in danger, without you - in the shade
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This beautiful song belongs here -
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Between my heart and yours
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Between the barricade and Presnya, together... Together...
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Is this not happiness? |
But…
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The soul flew over the puddles, but it was not April that I had a cold
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With your deadly weapon, apparently I killed myself
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The soul flew over the puddles, but it was not April that I had a cold
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With your deadly weapon, apparently I killed myself
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So unfailing to passion, I'm sorry
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Cold rain came from somewhere
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Go under the umbrella and take your hand
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Let's be back at least before eight
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My city is silent, and the notes on the poem
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And this hour of slumber overtook
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Hello… hello
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Is this not happiness? |
But…
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The soul flew over the puddles, but it was not April that I had a cold
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With your deadly weapon, apparently I killed myself
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The soul flew over the puddles, but it was not April that I had a cold
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With your deadly weapon, apparently I killed myself
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I'm sorry ... It feels like one
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We imperceptibly both are sad
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This is your genre. |
This is your style
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Your weapon against my powers
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My city is silent, and the notes on the poem
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And this hour of slumber overtook
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Hello... Hello...
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Is this not happiness? |
But…
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The soul flew over the puddles, but it was not April that I had a cold
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With your deadly weapon, apparently I killed myself
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The soul flew over the puddles, but it was not April that I had a cold
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With your deadly weapon, apparently I killed myself
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The soul flew over the puddles, but it was not April that I had a cold
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With your deadly weapon, apparently I killed myself
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The soul flew over the puddles, but it was not April that I had a cold
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With your deadly weapon, apparently I killed myself
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Apparently, apparently I killed myself
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Looks like I killed myself
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Looks like I killed myself |