| My heart is like a carnival dragon
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| It accommodates several women at once.
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| Yes, I'm doomed to be myself
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| Each of us is doomed to be ourselves
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| My heart is like a carnival dragon
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| It accommodates several women at once.
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| Yes, I'm doomed to be myself
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| Each of us is doomed to be ourselves
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| We're confused like a dreadlock
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| Kissing in slow-mo
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| Substances in fatty tissues
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| But we have been clean for a year
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| You are thinner than a katana
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| Thinner than the east
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| Life for me is one big complex
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| Like tennis hall
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| Cream liqueur in a plastic glass
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| We silently stand under ultraviolet fire
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| Now let's burn
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| Today it won't take me
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| And I will not fly to the sour smell of her perfume
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| In my cigarette case there is a photo and grass from glaucoma
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| You can not look for information
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| We are phantom protocols
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| And you are so high flying, but tied to the ground
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| Like a kite
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| And you know how long it took, because I have a fitness bracelet on my arm
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| A pitiful sight - sports cars in traffic
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| Rich bitch super lonely in super big house (super rich bitch)
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| And we even breathe as if one
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| And, like a dragon, we fly freely above the fucking clouds
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| My heart is like a carnival dragon
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| It accommodates several women at once.
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| Yes, I'm doomed to be myself
|
| Each of us is doomed to be ourselves
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| My heart is like a carnival dragon
|
| It accommodates several women at once.
|
| Yes, I'm doomed to be myself
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| Each of us is doomed to be ourselves
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| I always force things
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| We just entered - we are already dancing covered
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| Bitter smell of leather, clothes stick to the body
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| And again under the strobe lights the same silent scene
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| Fly, but not for me
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| I'm a comet that doesn't need a tail
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| Itchy scars left from happiness
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| They are sewn up with something infinite, real (very real)
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| Today the demand for obsessed drunkards
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| I'll get her a star, let the rider send me
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| I painted over all the white keys on the phono with a black marker
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| Pulled it into the yard and tied it to the hitch
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| To the fourth symphony of Tchaikovsky rolled him all night
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| If music is love, then there is nothing left of this
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| Only bits and pieces on the asphalt
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| We killed this shit and you go for complicity
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| My heart is like a carnival dragon
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| It accommodates several women at once.
|
| Yes, I'm doomed to be myself
|
| Each of us is doomed to be ourselves
|
| My heart is like a carnival dragon
|
| It accommodates several women at once.
|
| Yes, I'm doomed to be myself
|
| Each of us is doomed to be ourselves |