Parents don't sleep
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Waiting for children to come home
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Waiting for me to go home
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Parents do not sleep, they are waiting for children to go home
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They don't want that, turn off their phones
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Young blood spurts to the sounds from the speakers
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They have no place for sadness, they hide pain through smiles
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Parents do not sleep, they are waiting for children to go home
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They don't want that, turn off their phones
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Young blood spurts to the sounds from the speakers
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They have no place for sadness, they hide pain through smiles
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Under the jacket alcohol - vodka and wine
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Fingers smell of tobacco and tete-a-teta traces
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Catching thoughts under the moon
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I will launch a rocket to it
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She shines with silver, cleanses the soul, heart
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Like music and words to bask on
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We are in the valley of fools, one big flock together
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Those who believed in love
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Love as much as you like
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Love as much as you like
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We don't want to go back
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Eyes look at Olympus
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A mountain grows behind the hill
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Those beloved and beautiful
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A flock of predators and bunnies, all in plain sight
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Everyone knows everything about everyone
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They know, bitch, but they lie
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That everyone stays young
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And will not die in everyday life
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That everyone stays young
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And will not die in everyday life
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That everyone stays young
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And will not die in everyday life
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That everyone stays young
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And will not die in everyday life
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Parents do not sleep, they are waiting for children to go home
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Parents do not sleep, they are waiting for children to go home
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Parents do not sleep, they are waiting for children to go home
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Parents do not sleep, they are waiting for me to go home
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Parents do not sleep, they are waiting for children to go home
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They don't want that, turn off their phones
|
Young blood spurts to the sounds from the speakers
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They have no place for sadness, they hide pain through smiles
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Parents do not sleep, they are waiting for children to go home
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They don't want that, turn off their phones
|
Young blood spurts to the sounds from the speakers
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They have no place for sadness, they hide pain through smiles |