| 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 |