The good old days
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Wear relaxation in yourself
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The past is unwelcome
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Relax until at least tomorrow
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Problems eat you up like a mongrel's fleas
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Barrel, barrel, barrel, scotch, water, gin
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Bad as a motherfucker
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What a pit, Charlie Sheen
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Everything is fine from heart to heart
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It doesn't matter that you pass the headlamp with the floor
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Look out the window
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This day is beautiful
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Mothers in their thirties with children
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As for vacation, it's relaxation
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Look at her ass - class, Pola Raksa
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We gang in yellow Timberlands
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Flick, her photo is already on instagram
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I say as it is - you go swing
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Pessimism let someone cut off the rope
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The devil today is not in detail with my family
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I come back from a distance, appearances are not deceptive
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Boyfriend with girlfriend
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I have a simple patent
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No nightmare will pop out of the closet today
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I am approaching the highway
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I open the sunroof
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There is no mistake poured on the head of the wash
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Amsterdam zone without a ban today
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Only the blue of the sky
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Azure water
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Today, no one is lost here
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Dogs do not rip sofa beds anywhere
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In the field of glory
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The best is ahead
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A FILE of banknotes in the pocket, not the remnants of lettuce
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There is no shortage of Chada, salute see you
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We are always connected by hemoglobin
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Past traces
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The unknowns cannot be resolved
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What was there will not come back
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Don't look at the past like that
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Today the past is unwelcome
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Past traces
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I've got enough of it
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What was in the past
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Time is fucking crazy and it's not in your favor
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What was there will not come back
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We don't have 7 lives
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There is no night silence in my city
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Only the lab mice beep before the sound
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At the bar, on Mariacka Street, I look through my binoculars
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Today the past is unwelcome
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She's with her boyfriend, but she wants a date with me
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Today it does not matter that the buttonhole will be patched
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She knows - what will happen by chance that night will be unique
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She wants to be herself today
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If life is a road, loop this night like a roundabout
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Drive against the flow at an illegal speed
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Go where it is not allowed
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She's not from here, and this city is safe as a broken condom
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Her past, which is unwelcome, can be recommended to her enemies
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There is no night silence in my city
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What the echo responds immediately is past
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I will not talk about the past after all
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History will repeat itself as will the chorus
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Unpleasant today you are cuckoo of the clock
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When will the old woman die?
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Today matters
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On the Piha record, the lung is breathing
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Blood pumps the heart
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I am a bit of a key between yesterday and what is today
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Sometimes he gets stupid, although I only know today
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I have to carry it up through the darkness of the wrong places
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Because the unknown number is my past, my ex is
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You weren't supposed to call you idiot, you know
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Sorry, I'm not answering the phone, unwelcome conversation over coffee
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Not with a gun, not at home outside
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I tell Tuesday about Wednesday, I have an idea on Thursday
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I want to forget about you
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Help me do it again
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Before time locks us up
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Firmly on the bolt lock
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Like old photos
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When the desired renewal
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Before I fade away you exchange me for digital
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I will sit on the bench
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In a word, he will describe it to someone
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Good morning
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When I look into his eyes without fear
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Until tomorrow my dear, have a nice way to tomorrow
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Today I will not call my ex anymore
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And let it be sad
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Let her be sad
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Let her be sad |