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
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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 |