Rhymes do not fit into a notebook, but on top of them I write the Tesla formula
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Including not charts up, home, university - my life according to the action
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I mix solutions in flasks, yes, but I'm not a participant, I'm part of the reaction
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It's a race of truth where the city is a hound and waiting to be baited
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Every dream is already so real and it's so easy to be in the frame or overboard
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The subway takes me to the depot, half of my life if I'm nobody
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That other time I'm drunk. |
I'm drunk to somehow see myself
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I drank hating myself, I drank until I could still see what I wrote
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Ocean of mistakes, I drown in the ocean of lies
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My circle, where everything is covered with a screen, but it does not save, but pulls lower
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Into my house, down, the world is overboard, there are no borders, my world is at the same time
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Erased Nike knocks out dust, the counter asks you to press stop
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There are a hundred hours in my day
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There is a formula, but not the number
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I dream of falling back into that dream where everything that was before burns down
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Ashes, ashes
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And I don't move smoldering
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I waited for the spark to shine
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Burn and turn to ashes
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Ashes, ashes
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I will rise again to the evil of death
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Let the wind blow the flame
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Let my time turn
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I'm 20 all I have: micro, notes under the door
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There is time - I'm looking for money, with money I'm looking for time
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My mind with the hunger of the beast, the cold coffee warms in the apartment
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I'm always busy with something else, because we always want to be different
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Tired of unemployment and the third day in a row at work,
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But the laptop cuts through the dusk and again I write blindly in the notebook
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All that mattered: stress in the eyes, short films
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Flashback, son, it's all a mirage, look at you - you're drunk
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You are drunk to somehow see yourself, your family does not see you
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You can’t drink away your talent, but you definitely gave more than you took
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Shot on the table, we play for a bet if I can break down to the end
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Dirty money - easy, just one, two, my medicines have not become dirtier,
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But what have I become at 23? |
23 attempts to be different
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I need repairs and honestly, I'm tired of looking for synonyms here
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Life is shit, the subway will take me away, turning off the engine in the tunnel
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And I will again see a dream where everything that was before burns down
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Ashes, ashes
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And I don't move smoldering
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I waited for the spark to shine
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Burn and turn to ashes
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Ashes, ashes
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I will rise again to the evil of death
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Let the wind blow the flame
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Let my time turn |