It's not about risk - you can't stand aside
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When everything that is so close perishes forever
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Inhale, muffled shot
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She will remain smoldering
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This is the death of the bitter truth
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that killed us all
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This lady is dead
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Now there's no need to suffer
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There are only lies, dirt, stains
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Scattered to pieces
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Kiss and dissolve in temptation
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I killed my truth, but why am I unhappy?
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Enough of our sympathy
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'Cause it's in vain
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Those drunken dances
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Deafening ovation
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We betrayed the truth
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This is our mutation
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Don't read lectures
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Separate a paragraph from us
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Tactics to attack you and your causes
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The conspiracy wounds all your dreams so carefully
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We'll put everything beautiful in a pawnshop for a couple of thousand
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Only our faces remained, but thoughts have already frozen
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Until the gray hairs, we will live like this, and tomorrow there will be a reason
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To go beyond the boundaries of tables, foreign laws
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Hundreds of faces around, but the important thing
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that there are no acquaintances
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Hundreds of eyes on us and stress burns us like straw
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Enough of our sympathy
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'Cause it's in vain
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Those drunken dances
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Deafening ovation
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We betrayed the truth
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This is our mutation
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Don't read lectures
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Separate a paragraph from us
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Tactics does not tolerate love
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Love is terrifying
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Complex, passes through the nerves and penetrates the soul
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What we need
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The end, already more visible sushi
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Those nightmares that are so disturbing are already flying through the pipes
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In a dream that is so dear, he is a reason not to become a minute
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Thoughts, monologues, couplets
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Just a flat sound
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If only we could remain ourselves
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Get to the absolute
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Healing with the illusion of tenderness
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We are being choked
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Thoughts fuzzy, white streaks
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Black hair, gray lies in me
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Moaning with icons, they won't overtake us here
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We won't drown, it's only
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The concrete plane is our foundation
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Crowds of people will not help, because the whisper in my ears is so loud
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Waiting for the outcome so long
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Is he worth it
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To rise from the threshold
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Look for yourself in places
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Burnt by the sun |