| I've been inadequate for two days, you know!
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| And the succubus stained her dress with wine
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| And we drink, and we drink, and pour tears into glasses
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| And cigarette smoke flew into the clouds
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| We would divide this whole city with our hands
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| I crushed your heart with my fist
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| And we drink, and we drink, and we don't need anyone
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| And your thorns have become my weapons!
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| My weapon! |
| Became my weapon
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| We don't need anyone but a bottle
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| And I run away from myself through the puddles
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| young and cold
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| And I'm so tired and my patience will run out
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| And the cold brings only pain
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| We will drown everything in the most blooming spring
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| We do not need the glitter of jewelry
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| And the black rose will be woven into a collar
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| And there is nothing in my heart
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| And like Hermes, I'm flying, drunk
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| On Vans through the dark city
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| Buried everything in the asphalt
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| What is dear to me (what is dear to me)
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| We are drunk and we are young
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| Those for whom the bell tolls for a long time
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| And don't pray for my sinful soul
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| I've been living for a year already flying off the coils
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| My sakura is blazing - fuck it, who will put it out
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| My youth is like an Eden that is destroyed
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| I will kill you only by loving
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| Drink with me and quickly show all your memory (dear)
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| And I don't even need a knife
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| 'Cause your thorns have become my weapons
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| My weapon! |
| Became my weapon
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| My weapon! |
| Became my weapon
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| My weapon! |
| Became my weapon
|
| And the knife is not needed, because your thorns
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| Became my weapon
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| My weapon! |
| Became my weapon
|
| My weapon! |
| Became my weapon
|
| My weapon! |
| Became my weapon
|
| And I don't even need a knife, because your thorns
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| Became my weapon
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| My weapon! |
| Became my weapon
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| My weapon! |
| Became my weapon
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| My weapon! |
| Became my weapon
|
| And I don't even need a knife, because your thorns
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| Became my weapon |