| I trust people less, I trust myself more and more
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| The heart did not become weaker, but tired in the struggle
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| Around him is a universe of words and so little needed
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| Holy love, underground evil, mother, friendship
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| It's still raining on my street
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| I hate your studious lies
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| But the truth doesn't make it any easier, it puts pressure on the shoulders
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| Which is better: to suffer or to be heartless?
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| I try my best to live honestly
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| I blame myself for everything, I suffer from insomnia
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| And it doesn't matter who's in charge here, let's be equal
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| The secret of truth is that it hurts
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| And you will close your heart from everyone
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| I'm not insensitive, I just matured
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| I just became different, I'm a meter away from my dream,
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| But I also want to be loved, just like you
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| I despise flattery and whispers behind my back
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| Before me is a city with the same pictures
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| Showcases, make-ups, mimes, life with springboards
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| I wish the days were long again
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| Sails, sea with dolphins, light on the waves
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| Forests, mountains, plains, rap on the floor,
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| But autumn dries up outside the window and I'm alone in the room with faith in myself
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| As the years go by, it gets harder to fall in love, you know
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| It's like in the lottery, where you still bet
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| Win or lose, it doesn't matter
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| It is important that the soul does not become paper
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| After all, you pay her every day for evil
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| Coming into contact with him as soon as it lit
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| And so much anger accumulates accumulates accumulates
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| And to explode you are looking for a reason like a bitch
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| The desire to own makes us colder
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| And you do not admire beauty, but root for it
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| Oh professor, I don't see progress in treatment
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| The disease whose name is attraction
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| I don't see the point in fighting, why?
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| If you can have everything without a fight
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| If we only live once
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| Why turn little things into rams
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| We strangle talents in children, there is darkness in the head
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| But there is enough mind for stereotypes,
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| Can you look into a person's soul
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| And see what he needs without violating anything?
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| Who knows how to make jokes is often sad
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| There is a tear in the left eye, the right one shines with happiness
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| Thank you for living, thank you for the world
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| I don't need anything, take time |