| 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
|
| 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
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| Everyone is looking for their life starter
|
| And where I left a line with a black marker
|
| Find only a couple of red roses
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| But there is much more life in them than here |