| We leave the club early in the morning, at dawn
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| It's all, of course, stupid, it's cigarette smoke
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| If you only knew how my hand trembles
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| This heart is waiting for a signal, but there is no signal yet
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| The knees beat with a small tremor, and in the eyes there are only whites
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| We will die with you from laziness with a racing heart
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| It's not your fault at all, but of course you can't
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| The heart is a stone, not cotton, what kind of friends we are
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| Everything that can fail, fails
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| Our idea was a failure
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| Everything that can fail, fails
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| So we need it, but it's not enough for us
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| Everything that can fail, fails
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| Our idea was a failure
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| Everything that can fail, fails
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| So we need it, but everything is not enough for us, everything
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| I'm the most drunk today, you're the best today
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| Tomorrow I will become a monkey, and you are the best again
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| This is the tenderness of the riot police, this is the affectionate special forces
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| Out of sight, out of mind, you got a black eye
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| And hugging everyone stood, they couldn't let go
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| And let us go, hardly, somewhere on the edge of the earth
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| I woke up somewhere, everything fell asleep for someone
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| If you want, the heart will be wool, all the same, we will fail
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| Everything that can fail, fails
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| Our idea was a failure
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| Everything that can fail, fails
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| So we need it, but it's not enough for us
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| Everything that can fail, fails
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| Our idea was a failure
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| Everything that can fail, fails
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| So we need it, but everything is not enough for us, everything
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| Everything that can fail, fails
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| Our idea was a failure
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| Everything that can fail, fails
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| So we need it, but it's not enough for us
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| Everything that can fail, fails
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| Our idea was a failure
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| Everything that can fail, fails
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| So we need it, but everything is not enough for us, everything
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| And according to the rave habit, we hid everything in a sock
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| Cigarettes, cards, matches, lumpy powder
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| And according to the rave habit, we hid everything in a sock
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| Jokes, laughter, and everything is in quotation marks, and your look is sideways |