Chorus:
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I come to you with flowers, with stubble in places
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And a little drunk. |
Well, let! |
What are you?
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The fact that between us will not stop burning,
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I am with this calculation.
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I come to you with flowers, with stubble in places
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And a little drunk. |
Well, let! |
What are you?
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The fact that between us will not stop burning,
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I am with this calculation.
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With grief in half I ate on the floors,
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My legs are like in shackles.
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I stand silently listening to you.
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And you tear my soul with your cries.
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What did you immediately get turned on too?
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I'll sleep, about business later.
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I'll sleep, about business later.
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Everyone, stop disturbing the air!
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Stop saying the same thing to me
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you like to sum it up.
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We have lived so much and we will live with you the same.
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Everything is good! |
Listen, stop already!
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Dear, I'm starting to get angry.
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Even in the eyes of the whiskey doubles.
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There was one wife, there are two of them at once,
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And I love both.
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Chorus:
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I come to you with flowers, with stubble in places
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And a little drunk. |
Well, let! |
What are you?
|
The fact that between us will not stop burning,
|
I am with this calculation.
|
I come to you with flowers, with stubble in places
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And a little drunk. |
Well, let! |
What are you?
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The fact that between us will not stop burning,
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I am with this calculation.
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Flowers in a vase, things on the carpet.
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I dig in my head.
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Darling screamed enough
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Falls asleep on my shoulder.
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Tomorrow the whole day we are just the two of us.
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Wherever you want, we'll go there.
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Wherever you want, we'll go there.
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Should I have screamed before?
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Chorus:
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I'm coming to you with flowers and stubble in places.
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I'm a little drunk. |
Well, let! |
What are you?
|
The fact that between us will not stop burning,
|
I am with this calculation.
|
I come to you with flowers, with stubble in places
|
And a little drunk. |
Well, let! |
What are you?
|
The fact that between us will not stop burning,
|
I am with this calculation.
|
I come to you with flowers, with stubble in places
|
And a little drunk. |
Well, let! |
What are you?
|
The fact that between us will not stop burning,
|
I am with this calculation. |