I fall into this dream
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The planet is pulling back
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No ideas, no worries
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Life does not believe in tears
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Bedlam in every house
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New day, in places
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I remember the best moments
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I choose them myself
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On the stage, the slacker will say, with a ton of doubts,
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But I know for sure - I will tear this line
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You just trust me
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like a plant
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With a drop of talent
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With a drop of luck
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In the field among the weeds grew
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And my time has come
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And you, you, you, you recognized me
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You, you, you, you just didn't finish
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You, you, you, you with a heart on knives
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Wasting your time
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Yes, I myself am not ideal
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You, you, you, you recognized me
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You, you, you, you just didn't finish
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You, you, you, you with a heart on knives
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Wasting your time
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Yes, I myself am not ideal
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We are not bushes from the botanical garden
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We are not rare plant species in a greenhouse
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Romantic guys give us to beautiful girls
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Or stupid people kick when hysterical
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We are everywhere where the light warms the head and neck
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Our voices spread across shazam and cafes
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In any weather, we grow through the concrete of five-panels
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The sun and heat will be pulled out of the quagmire instantly
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You are not ideal, and I am not ideal,
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But I would take care of and water your flower
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You are not ideal, and I am not ideal either
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Symbiosis of man - nature,
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But the flower still plucked
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You, you, you recognized me
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You, you just didn't finish
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You, you with a heart on knives
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Wasting your time
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Yes, I myself am not ideal
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You, you, you, you recognized me
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You, you, you, you just didn't finish
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You, you, you, you with a heart on knives
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Wasting your time
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Yes, I myself am not ideal |