| I'm caught red-handed
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| Like a bird with broken wings
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| I would understand how to heal cracks in the heart
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| Everything else is secondary
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| The universe will take its meticulous
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| Like a cat's last life, that's all
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| I saw a red sunset through the window
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| I don't know, but maybe this is just a sign
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| Passing and Mars, and Pluto, and Saturn
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| Then picking up the height
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| Milky Way - two stripes through the nose, and a pedal to the floor
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| And space is not so far, at least give a hand
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| But I ask only - do not disappear
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| Among the mass of celestial bodies
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| On the dance floor where I sang songs for other planets
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| And maybe you're not there for a long time
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| I would hold in my hands
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| The sun is like a disco ball
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| And at the speed of light ran to any other worlds
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| Where are you - there is my disco
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| In music, I weave all the beauty in string theory
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| As if in a conspiracy
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| Stardust in your eyes
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| And imagine that everything has been set by someone for a long time
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| A riddle like the depth of the water
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| Or maybe just the wavelength
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| I don’t know where the fairy tale is, where the true story is hidden
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| And I press all the keys of the synthesizer
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| And we're picking up signals
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| But there is no contact
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| I know so little
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| Say your cipher, Enigma
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| I recognize your cipher, Enigma
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| And we're picking up signals, picking up signals, picking up signals again
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| But the contact is not visible, say your cipher, Enigma
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| And we're picking up signals, picking up signals, picking up signals again
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| But there is no truth in the algorithms, I recognize your cipher, Enigma
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| Like shaman totems, and as if to spite us
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| Antennas make noise in the background, and the receiver is broken
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| And we're picking up signals, picking up signals, picking up signals again
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| But there is no truth in the algorithms, I recognize your cipher, Enigma
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| How broken we are, let the world wait, it's too early to talk
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| Everything we say is in a different language and on different programs
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| And again, and again it is useless to expand your perception
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| And what is really important, I took out in my notebook for the fields to you
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| Having lost control, we rush to the full, but, nevertheless
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| We are trying to understand something, but how to live cannot be solved by any equation.
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| And everything is like against a wall, and there is no truth in the algorithms
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| But I'll crack the system, I know your Enigma cipher |