Unfinished Gestalt
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So how many were there?
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I'm not small, only a dream does not lead me by the hand
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Who will run out of steam earlier here: the planet under your feet or me? |
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For some reason I can't breathe
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Complicated
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Is it the depth of memory or burnt plans?
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A dehydrated tree will not grow without proper
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Care is the main thing. |
and I only have to drive along these branches
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Fuck, back and forth
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Shire or Mordor - it's in the fucking ring
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Do not change yourself - this is the worst concept
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Obsessing over the algorithm, is that the whole goal?
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And you will never take away our freedom, officer
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We deal with it ourselves
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How to grow in the moment
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To start the next one in a panic to let everything go in the pussy
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Break the second bottom? |
it is clear that we have already settled here -
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And this is called independence
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Everything is verified
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One rake for all
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And you just choose
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What puddle will you sit in
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This noose will become tighter, but in a loop
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You are not the only one to hang
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It's time to make friends
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I didn't remember us like everyone else
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The axles will not stand, the carousel will spin faster
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Since we have come here, now
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You have to get out of your skin to get out of this loop
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Forever
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I remember so many people there, so many hundreds of rituals
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And so many of those elements left their sediment
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What has now become my cage, used to seem like a garden
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Sprinkle ashes on your head - youth burned brightly
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Like stars. |
and how many are already dead?
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These are the same dreams that are no better than smoldering ash
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I still remember them, the previous day is already forgotten,
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But where is the damn air? |
these rivers cannot be crossed
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Across, bitch
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Strangle the child in yourself more strongly
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Let the atmosphere press on the eardrums
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Grow through the pain, through the fears, through the cold
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I do not believe that we will be able to catch up, but still
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We can do everything, breaking ourselves with a crunch in half - let
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And turning souls inside out
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After all, I'm really not afraid to fuck everything
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It's like a pulse - I need to speed up all these beats
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And don't burn out
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Water won't come up to the throat
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And I hope there will be no more Sundays here
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Let this noose become tighter, but in a loop
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You are not the only one to hang
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It's time to make friends
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I didn't remember us like everyone else
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The axles will not stand, the carousel will spin faster
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Since we have come here, now
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You have to get out of your skin to get out of this loop
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Forever |