You know there's some fire for us
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There are a couple of phrases not said,
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More precisely, thousands
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But it's easier for me to forget than to call you now
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We are adults and our parents are not looking for us.
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Alcohol eats like a moth
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Salt in the wound, pouring memories
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Melting, cold-blooded chicks, from my audio remorse
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And my lira is an anti-tanning bed.
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As it is.
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The masks are off and we know who is who
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To whom is hip-hop, and to whom is kenzo
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For whom is insta crying, and for whom is the pre-trial detention center
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I always carried under my heart for you, these hundred lines
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You know, I'm a player and my life is a jerk
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Nothing today, everything tomorrow
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Let it drift, sometimes...
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Blowed up a hundred and threw off to zero
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Now everything is on the way, green hot hash
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White dust and SOE prod.
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Here are ours, settled like smoke on the lungs, we throw lines,
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I haven't written about you for a long time, but since I remembered
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I'll take it for doping..
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Muse came, said that from you
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Left this song, kissed
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And she left again, black-haired beast,
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It infuriates that sometimes it glows,
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Spinning, dream catcher
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The moon is not visible in the windows,
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A sinner is not a sinner
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Staircase, spiral
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On Mars they don't believe in heaven.
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The winter has passed, but the ice will not melt
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Tired eyes, better don't dial me, don't think wrong
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Farewell warm-up
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And this finita is visible
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No time to be sad
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Haven't worn a hat in a long time.
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More often according to the classics, in hours
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A string of ashes and a new summer is on the way.
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Slowly, I lower the rocket under the water,
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It's windy... and I squint my eyes against the wind,
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Blinded, my love
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Where is she, again slowly, slowly.
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Smoke like an anesthetic
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Anabios enters the brain
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General, the habit remained
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Even though apart
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Rocking on a rocking chair
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Smoldering django
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Heals ripe mango
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Dance of the blind clear tango
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On the nettles of love, old days are smoldering
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Not snow, but crack
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Not snow, but rain
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A moment through the glare
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Gin to tonic
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A chick named Monica
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Fat Johnny
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Fat joint.
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A bunch of phobias, a second for a fraction,
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Many do not see many
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Drowning through this miserable world,
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We pray to the gods, but for three mornings in a row, be healthy.
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I'll think about it, look at your new life,
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I won't look at the new
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I can laugh
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The main thing is everyone is happy
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The ring was freed from the finger
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I'm on the radio as always, alo
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transfer between stations,
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Themes and mazes, not tenge and bucks,
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The other day, out of habit, I replenished your balance. |