My coat covers from the rain
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My earpiece is from the outside world
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Half a liter inside me, I drink poison
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I'm still alive, how sweet
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I don't care who's around me
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A jet of smoke will cut them all!
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Thoughts don't let me sleep
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I look so much like Detective Noir
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In the city of M, where the end of the road is the cross
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Where there is a way out, but there are no places
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My entrance covered in blood
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So glad I'm still here
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Tell everyone you hit the bottom
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Find it, but it's easy to confuse
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Fog and my rum
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I've been a fog for a long time
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Forgot who is who
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I lost my home
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My Silent Hill these 7 hills
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All in transit, these 7 yards
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Went through and through like 7 sins
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Though I tried to forget everything
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Sit down to get drunk to score on everything ...
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Flashbacks are waiting like the Federal Drug Control Service
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Flashbacks are looking like Interpol
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A bunch of medicines for one bottle -
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I throw in rum and drink everything
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But of all the pills, my flow helped me
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And it's so easy for me
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After all, what is left in the heart
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closes the image
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And I hide the ice
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I put on a coat on a half-empty body
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And while in my eyes there is a monochrome filter
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It's meaningless here, what makes sense
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The smoke will dissolve on a black and white frame
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Pedal to the floor, in the rear mirrors
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We will again meet the dawn on the Moscow Ring Road
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In the void I was left alone again
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The past won't give me peace
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I became like Detective Noir...
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Hundreds of faces and pictures
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And you so wanted to get around
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But you became just the head
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Hitting my Noir Detective
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Like Noir Detective
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I became like Noir Detective
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The past won't give me peace
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I became like Noir Detective
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Like Noir Detective
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My Life - Noir Detective
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And you became just the head
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After all, I got straight into a small verse
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I am the accumulation of all troubles from all over the world
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Life is marching, but my march is not played
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Don't care who's around me
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My truth is here like a satire
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Thoughts can't reach me
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I drink to end the fight
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In the mind of R
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Where the end of the road is honor
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Looking for a new way to hurt
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Hundreds of tastes absorbed into the text,
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But they, like a probe - you can't erase them all
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So many rats that I threw arsenic
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In a glass of a neighbor at the same table
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You were like my friend
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I was like your show off
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But don't look at the floor
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I know a lot here
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You want to know - I'll show everything:
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From everyone's brothels to social gatherings,
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But there are no differences here in almost everything
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So many problems don't fuck the system
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But they are so pleased with your every puncture
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And I know that my enemy is in me,
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But I'm sure that my angel is dead
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A bunch of drugs in one repetition
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I want to take a sip of faith in myself
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Even though I know what will happen next
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And it's so easy for me. |
Believe do not believe -
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You've already done everything you need to
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After all, you are exactly where the author intended everything ...
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And while in my eyes there is a monochrome filter
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It's meaningless here, what makes sense
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The smoke will dissolve on a black and white frame
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Pedal to the floor, in the rear mirrors
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We will again meet the dawn on the Moscow Ring Road
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In the void I was left alone again
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The past won't give me peace
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I became like Detective Noir...
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Hundreds of faces and pictures
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And you so wanted to get around
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But you became just the head
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Hitting my Noir Detective
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Like Noir Detective
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I became like Noir Detective
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The past won't give me peace
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I became like Noir Detective
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Like Noir Detective
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My Life - Noir Detective
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And you became just the head
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After all, I got straight into a small verse |