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 |