| This life is a dream…
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| A small house by the ramp… A beam of yellowish lamps… And supplies of sorrow…
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| Unfortunately, an ugly dream…
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| Dad notorious downhill… Keva with bow board… Models for misery…
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| He had to do everything himself…
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| Finger on a light weapon… Hurricane in the heart… And jump over the rainbow…
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| Truck truck…
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| And at twenty-two he already had everything… He saw her then:
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| I'm crazy about you, duck, but I'm crazy anyway…
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| I've been looking for you since I know myself…
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| Be my partner, kitty, it's not easy for me
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| to squander all that huge money myself…
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| I heard something that maybe doesn't exist tomorrow?
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| So we better try everything now…
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| For a penny buy me… Spread those wild blackberries…
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| I'm crazy about you, but this is a time of crazy…
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| And I will saddle fear for us…
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| And you love me to evil… Until I lose my breath…
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| A ona… Seoski krin…
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| Night bus from Provence… "Miss No Chance"… Just a statistician of happiness…
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| Cut film…
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| Daddy, the educational mouse… Keva, worn plush… Sister ugly as hell…
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| He was her type…
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| The first night in a two-seater… Then the second on a three-seater… And the third… eh, the third…
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| Let everyone break…
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| When her young Don lowered the right to the throne… Like a cherry on whipped cream…
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| I'm crazy about you, Pasha, but I'm crazy anyway…
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| I've been looking for you since I know myself…
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| Be my partner, kitty, it's not easy for me
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| to squander all that huge money myself…
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| I heard something that maybe doesn't exist tomorrow?
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| So we better try everything now…
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| For a penny buy me… Spread those wild blackberries…
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| I'm crazy about you, but this is a time of crazy…
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| And I will saddle fear for us…
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| And you love me to evil… Until I lose my breath…
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| Bad deja vu again…
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| Morning wet as a fisherman… I pro caliber… Perpetrator unknown…
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| In the obituary…
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| Full pages two… Mafia… I DB… Unanimously mourn for him…
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| Balkan Tango always ends on the sidewalk…
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| The devil wrote a point with chalk… And she slowly down the old street…
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| Looking for a sponsor full like a ship…
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| While the pendulum of the purse counts time in the rhythm of walking
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| and while they measure her like a fresh leg…
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| The day crumbles into white powder… And he mutters a refrain from somewhere known:
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| I'm crazy about you, but this is a time of crazy…
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| I will saddle fear for us…
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| And you love me to evil… Until I lose my breath… |