Behind the fence that grows
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No trace of good intentions
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I am a little child hugging my knees
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petals
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They console the gnashing of the heart
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They cut through the skin
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Breaking down my door
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carry me river
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Just don't scare on purpose
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I'm only the first time
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It wasn't so urgent
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All worries in the frame of a hundred missed calls
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I won’t answer, but I try to write: “Everything is fine”
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I press my neck into my shoulders, turn up my collar
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I follow the eyes of those who have been accustomed to for so long
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Feet tie into knots, I stumble on the ground
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And I'm melting on the roads of endless expectations
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In the head of coincidence, the risks of becoming an attack
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I had a vision in the night - like a ray of salvation
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On the streets they don't even have
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And those slipped themselves on everyone as entertainment
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It would seem that even your permission is not important
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Truths do not drown in your blessed glow
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In dashes they drive time in the emptiness of aspirations
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To nowhere, in the hope of meeting beyond the line of revelation
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I quickly gain experience, quickly and lose weight
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I find frames, burning through interest
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I drink for those who buy the sea, noise and stress
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You will have a black life - a mixed mixture
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Who writes to all owners of their good news
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And leaving forever, everything will not be removed
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It's in the dense cold of the fog, after the summer rain
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And I'm melting on the roads of endless expectations
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carry me river
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Just don't scare on purpose
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Though not the first time
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It wasn't so urgent
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I put my face in you
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Right through
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Let the current carry you to the beginning of the waterfall
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shots of rain unreached paradise
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We all know that all rivers inconsolably flow away
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Having received a ticket there - there is not enough for the return
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And I'm melting on the roads of endless expectations |