I breathe up the whole sky.
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I'm not available until dawn (hey)
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Time dissolves like acid.
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Picking up the pieces daily body (body)
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Out of rhythm.
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Productivity is low liquidity.
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I reflect light with a reflective.
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Tablam is the world of routines.
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I am what I was
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Year after year, forever young.
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150 on the opposite straight into the abyss.
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Year after year in alcohol.
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I confused the taxi with the ambulance.
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Year after year in this role -
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I wipe the blood of doubt.
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I look both from the telescope,
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Straight from the rooftops to the anthill
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All I see is plastic in them
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From their relationship to their looks.
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And he holds happiness like a band-aid.
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The plastic that made you mine.
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In this race from paranoia and grief.
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Cries in my head: "Where are we?" |
(Where are we?)
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Pick your shade in the void -
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The brightest and boldest.
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A whole world made of plastic.
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Burns the air that was in us.
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My opinion will always be different.
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I'm looking for people in infrared.
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A whole world made of plastic.
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Burns the air that was in us.
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My opinion will always be different.
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I'm looking for people in infrared.
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Correct style! |
Bass with ice.
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Cold as your last breath.
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I intend to take a hundred out of ten again, bro.
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In this game, do not confuse.
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She looks like she doesn't give a fuck, but
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I know for sure that she doesn't give a fuck about advice.
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In her bag is what is forbidden.
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But demolishes the tower, like up a Corvette.
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Year after year everything is new.
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The city drags us into weightlessness.
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Year after year to a new city
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We are thrown from the subway into lofts.
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Year after year Polaroid
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Do not remember what is behind the scenes -
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So just let it all go
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Burning like plastic.
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You're just a process of the system
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And you shouldn't have believed in doubts.
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Run further, further from the shadow.
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Fuck, run like it's the last time.
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In this race from paranoia and grief.
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Cries in my head: "Where are we?" |
(Where are we?)
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Pick your shade in the void -
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The brightest and boldest.
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A whole world made of plastic.
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Burns the air that was in us.
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My opinion will always be different.
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I'm looking for people in infrared.
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A whole world made of plastic.
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Burns the air that was in us.
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My opinion will always be different.
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I'm looking for people in infrared. |