Half a life on sheets
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From the wheel of fortune to jumping under trains
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And if not for the music, then I would have to catch up
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All this life in offices and banks
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So elegant, sell yourself for ranks
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All this creativity based on photos and frames
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No emotions, just a memorandum
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But why and for whom, and only such an ache
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Outcome of events
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And to forget everything forever and stop
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Strive to the top
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And through the looking glass in the footsteps
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Away from reality
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My roses don't have the same colors now
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And that's my only sin (sin)
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tumblr girl
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Everyone is looking for their life starter
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And where I left a line with a black marker
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Find only a couple of red roses
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But there is much more life in them than here
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Half a life with a black rose on your hand
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Bring me a pair of reds to my grave
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At least for contrast
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in vain
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Over and over again I searched in these songs
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Not their thorns, but fields of edelweiss
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Half a life with a black rose on your hand
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Bring me a pair of reds to my grave
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At least for contrast
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in vain
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Over and over again I searched in these songs
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Not their thorns, but fields of edelweiss
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I will leave - millions will follow me
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Leaving behind only the gleam of scrap metal
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And the ruins of cities and a couple of photos on Instagram
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We've already conquered everything, and I'm pointlessly stuck on the screen
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Network of electrical wires
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Spread the words that we rarely, as a result
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We voice on people
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Fearing that we will be judged, knowing
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That being silent hurts so much, and then we fill the memory with alcohol
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We are the children of the lost dunes, stuck between selfishness and duty
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The body and not only bleed
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We are the children of the extinguished lights, the tribe that scored on everything
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Just becoming redundant
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We have nowhere else to go
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And the world of love and wars, dictated by missiles of intimacy
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And the tumblr girl will burn the bridges
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I will take a generation to nowhere
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I am the new symbol of the morning star
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Half a life with a black rose on your hand
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Bring me a pair of reds to my grave
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At least for contrast
|
in vain
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Over and over again I searched in these songs
|
Not their thorns, but fields of edelweiss
|
Half a life with a black rose on your hand
|
Bring me a pair of reds to my grave
|
At least for contrast
|
in vain
|
Over and over again I searched in these songs
|
Not their thorns, but fields of edelweiss
|
Half a life with a black rose on your hand
|
Bring me a pair of reds to my grave
|
At least for contrast
|
in vain
|
Over and over again I searched in these songs
|
Not their thorns, but fields of edelweiss
|
Half a life with a black rose on your hand
|
Bring me a pair of reds to my grave
|
At least for contrast
|
in vain
|
Over and over again I searched in these songs
|
Not their thorns, but fields of edelweiss
|
I will leave - millions will follow me
|
Leaving behind only the gleam of scrap metal
|
And the ruins of cities ... and a couple of photos on Instagram
|
We've already conquered everything, and I'm pointlessly stuck on the screen
|
tumblr girl
|
Everyone is looking for their life starter
|
And where I left a line with a black marker
|
Find only a couple of red roses
|
But there is much more life in them than here |