| Higher to the sky, I was not higher
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| I want to fly. |
| I want to fly
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| Higher to the sky, I was not higher
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| Kiss the sky. |
| Kiss the sky
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| The walls are holding, this system is holding
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| Keeps foaming at the mouth even that bitch
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| Keeps the server, drilled on Sunday
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| This is over for me - I changed the apartment
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| Keeps an empty pocket, keeps like a hundred teams
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| Holds a night mosquito, although it's not yet March
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| Keeps in shape, keeps House and Foreman
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| Maybe Ford is small, I would like Mont Blanc,
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| But it holds everything that I can call a stone life
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| Holds so it's better to endure a little torture
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| Holds everything it could hold
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| Holds so strong, as if I were not sorry
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| If everything were much simpler, how to eat borscht
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| If I had more power, I would be here
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| Would suit both Baikonur and Cape Canaveral
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| The rocket looks to the sky, refueled correctly
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| Higher to the sky, I was not higher
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| I want to fly. |
| I want to fly
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| Higher to the sky, I was not higher
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| Kiss the sky. |
| Kiss the sky
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| Higher to the sky, I was not higher
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| I want to fly. |
| I want to fly
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| Higher to the sky, I was not higher
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| Kiss the sky. |
| Kiss the sky
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| So what do I want? |
| What exactly?
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| View from the other side
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| Go outside in pajamas
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| shod in red timbas
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| They say we're psychos
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| And you eat our breaths,
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| And who are you at a neuropathologist?
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| Where the foot has not set foot
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| Own head (own head, own head)
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| Everyone has a spare in their pocket,
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| But you are already adults
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| What are you pulling on the tail and veins?
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| Like an island, don't look at life
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| Here the feeling is much wider
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| I decorate yours with my collages
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| When the fire in my soul
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| I'm just happy in pajamas
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| Higher to the sky, I was not higher
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| I want to fly. |
| I want to fly
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| Higher to the sky, I was not higher
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| Kiss the sky. |
| Kiss the sky
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| Out of habit, I believed in God, who from heaven
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| Heard about heaven, hell, sin, but did not go deeper
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| I felt something like guilt when I saw the cross
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| I wanted to figure it out, but not now and not here
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| Quite often I saw traces of ritual and cult
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| For some reason, souvenirs are so loved up there
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| The dome shines, the altar is shrouded in mystery
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| To heaven the route of my sinful soul is confused
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| And I began to read about Jesus - amazing,
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| But the book ended quickly, and I would like to know more
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| In general, God forgives everything, I will never die
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| I repented and started reading another
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| About the Universe and particles
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| Then about phenomena and seers
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| About the fact that this whole world is dreaming
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| Will I have time to explain everything to myself in a century?
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| I'm at the very beginning of a long journey up
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| Higher to the sky, I was not higher
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| I want to fly. |
| I want to fly
|
| Higher to the sky, I was not higher
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| Kiss the sky. |
| Kiss the sky
|
| Higher to the sky, I was not higher
|
| I want to fly. |
| I want to fly
|
| Higher to the sky, I was not higher
|
| Kiss the sky. |
| Kiss the sky |