| The last cigarette is not good.
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| For some reason, sneakers in the snow do not leave a mark.
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| You know, but my ascent to the bottom.
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| It started at the age of eighteen.
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| And then it seemed that you can still do everything,
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| That for a long time the fist will be accurate, and the voice is young.
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| And I exchanged my silver for copper without looking,
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| Hiding in a cardboard box from Tambov
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| Blizzard
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| Blizzard
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| So the universe says goodbye to us
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| So the city covers with waves
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| We will be wiped off the face of the earth
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| And like for the first time
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| Look at me, look
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| Squeeze my hands with your hands
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| Hands-hands-hands-hands
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| Zero passed, the world ran forward at a gallop.
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| At some point, I stopped following him.
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| It turned out that newwave is back in fashion, punk is already dead.
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| And yesterday's heroes chained to her bed.
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| Mom quickly grew old, absorbing tobacco smoke,
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| And I still dreamed of creating music for films ..
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| The red sun burned to ashes and the day along with it.
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| And the Tajiks sawed the trees of youth outside the window.
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| Here it would be necessary to stop everything, completing the plot,
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| An ellipsis breaking off a set of letters and rhymes,
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| Someone at the rave screw, and someone in the front jeff,
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| Someone seems to have no soul, but someone else has it.
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| Sprouting metastases in the brain,
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| Like a tumor that can neither be cut nor treated
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| You go into the sunset, setting fire to the last bridge.
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| I look after you, not trying to find reasons.
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| So the universe says goodbye to us
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| So the city covers with waves
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| We will be wiped off the face of the earth, only light will remain
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| And these mp3s will be signed with our names |