I dreamed how I was stoned
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Smeared and drunk, I'm lying on the tile again
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And I speak beautifully, but crookedly, like calligraphy
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If something is not clear, then just correct me
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Be, be a mystery to someone
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I’ll read about the side effects anyway on the back
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Blindness and death, and it doesn't matter if the Ministry of Health is against
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If the song is about you, then this is a song about drugs.
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The sky does not pour from a bucket
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And sometimes even the ice melts underfoot
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When I step on the mistakes of the past
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As carefully as possible, but not too carefully
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To be honest? |
To be honest, we are like Cheetos and like Chester
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To be honest? |
To be honest, like Paolo and Francesca
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To be honest? |
To be honest, there are no metaphors here
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Othello, Desdemona, Monica and stuff like that
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(But to be honest, of course)
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Brick by brick
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In pitch darkness you are beautiful to obscene
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Between the boxes a house, a lighter among matches
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Loose like a screw, I'm sorry, but I'm just screwed up
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I'm screaming all over the street again
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words are not a sparrow, but in the morning they will be forgotten
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And everything is either right on the forehead, and whether my drunken delirium
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Through the half-drunk rabble again bringing to light
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(Oh-oh) Fuck it all
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(Oh-oh) Don't preach to me
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(Uh) Let it be harmful, but we are still happy and we don't care
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It is important that the colors of the rainbow goggle
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(Oh-oh) Fuck it all
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(Oh-oh) Don't preach to me
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(Uh) Let it be harmful, but we are still happy and we don't care
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It is important that the colors of the rainbow goggle
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There are seven spans in my forehead, but I'm a hundred
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As for the first time I fall for the cheats of the way
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Of the inscrutable and a hundred times impenetrable spaced webs
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And I would quit everything, only now I'm throwing everything at random
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But it turns out on the contrary time stretches like syrup
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She whispers to me "you're a fool" soft as cheese again
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Incomprehensible as a tesseract I put myself to this music
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Then you go to bed and we are like bones in a watermelon
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So insidiously different
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With my black soul I loved the blood red
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We need it so that as under the drugs
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Yes, so that goggled with all the colors of the rainbow
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Yes, so that it is sweeter
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Yes, and in order to do it right
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Yes, so that reality
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We would suddenly become unnecessary
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Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta...
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I won’t fix it, and rightly so
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And don't ask me how you are
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My Babylon rides like a tower
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And grabbing an idea by the tail
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I walk until I'm blind
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And still seven days a week
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And every day is like seven troubles
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(But I'm alive-oh)
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And the song is pouring again
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Electricity in wires
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Louder than a thousand nightingales
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But everything seems to be water
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And then everyone is waiting for their answer
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But for every word "yes"
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There are two thousand words "no"
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[Chorus]:
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(Oh-oh) Fuck it all
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(Oh-oh) Don't preach to me
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(Uh) Let it be harmful, but we are still happy and we don't care
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It is important that the colors of the rainbow goggle
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(Oh-oh) Fuck it all
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(Oh-oh) Don't preach to me
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(Uh) Let it be harmful, but we are still happy and we don't care
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It is important that the colors of the rainbow goggle
|
(Oh-oh) Fuck it all
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(Oh-oh) Don't preach to me
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(Uh) Let it be harmful, but we are still happy and we don't care
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It is important that the colors of the rainbow goggle
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(Oh-oh) Fuck it all
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(Oh-oh) Don't preach to me
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(Uh) Let it be harmful, but we are still happy and we don't care
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It is important that the colors of the rainbow goggle |