Intro:
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I will achieve that I will read the entire verse in one track,
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Otherwise, I will not leave the microphone.
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All the strength in the fist,
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As if for the winter in the Gulag,
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They send me to the unbearable oak tree,
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But I will kindle the flame and we will take off again,
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Having circled the whole world and then returning,
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The day before the escape, pack your suitcase,
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After all, now I'd rather die than give,
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The world without you is just black
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Do not dilute it with evening tea.
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Let's fall in love, you set an example,
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Like a teacher at school who scolded for a deuce,
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I was not at all sad trudging home,
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Is it red 1??? |
yes and only.
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The picture is changing for the worse
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Need to get out of the house more
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I'm hatching eggs, a ram's nest,
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And reproach me like a tornado pillar,
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I didn't love anyone like you, but
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It's too early to speak
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These piano sounds did not brighten up the day,
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When I was drunk
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I lost you, broke you like porcelain
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From the same window I look into the courtyard,
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There's a day on repeat, Groundhog Day,
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But it could be better, dress your son,
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I could say waking up in my ear,
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But now in this room I'm just a fly,
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Not flour, of course, and every day I see
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How do you wake up, leaf through books,
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You eat, you study, you roam the honeycombs.
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I bring inconvenience, and the son could grade,
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I could wake up with you
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But I only woke up sadness on this sample.
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Chorus:
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Something clicks, no, not a clock, in you,
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And I want to say, to say without embellishment,
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That what I don’t need is night dreams,
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And now this may be the last time, this is the last time...
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Second couplet:
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The signal sends a plane into the fog and prevents the smoke from a cigarette,
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I buried other people's secrets in myself,
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And the inner voice yells in bass,
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Phrases float under the ceiling
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I don't need order, fool
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In thoughts de holes eyes are a hole puncher,
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I could go straight to you.
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But you live opposite
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And late at night you wander through the streets,
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With guys who keep drugs in their pockets
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And she saw me maybe a year ago,
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My fish eyes do not water,
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I would just erase you from my memory,
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You see, sadness in me and sadness,
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Meet you know my sisters,
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We could live happily, lead children to kindergarten,
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And when you come home from work to tell the news of the day,
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But fragments from childhood torture me,
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I am chained to a wheelchair,
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But fragments from childhood torture me,
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I am chained to a wheelchair,
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But fragments from childhood torture me,
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I am chained to a wheelchair,
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Chorus:
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Something clicks, no, not a clock, in you,
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And I want to say, to say without embellishment,
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That what I don’t need is night dreams,
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And now this may be the last time, this is the last time... |