You are around him now
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Like a butterfly fluttering
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In the morning in the salons, at night the flight Moscow-Dubai
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The numbers on the account now attract you
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And I remember once you were completely different
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You are around him now
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Like a butterfly fluttering
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In the morning in the salons, at night the flight Moscow-Dubai
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He buys everything but you don't redeem
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You can fool me, but you can't fool your heart
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Your life is like a math lesson
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And I was looking for solutions to your examples
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But everything is easier where it turned out
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All tasks on easy will be solved by the master card
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Paco Rabanne, the new smell suits you, of course, you are in his Rublev SLS,
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Everything has changed - except for one thing.
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You are still the same little
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That robustly entangled in masks,
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only I know you
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You are not like all these girls from Moscow
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Yes, and fuck me already
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Look into the reflection
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That's your decision
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To be such an accessible target
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You are around him now
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Like a butterfly fluttering
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In the morning in the salons, at night the flight Moscow-Dubai
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The numbers on the account now attract you
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And I remember once you were completely different
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You are around him now
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Like a butterfly fluttering
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In the morning in the salons, at night the flight Moscow-Dubai
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He buys everything but you don't redeem
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You can fool me, but you can't fool your heart
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my life is like a geometry lesson
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And with you we have long been in different planes
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Have become smooth - parallel
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Life turned 180
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Only hang in stories
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Your photo where are the lips on the Botox in a sweet smile,
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My eyes are boiling, they are stupidly not used to this yet.
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You are now on his neck,
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And you are basically ok
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consider yourself an ornament
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But essentially a cheap keychain
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Well, don't you see yourself?
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Not a drop of truth in the ocean of Franklins
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And you're drowning in it stupidly and greedily
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You are around him now
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Like a butterfly fluttering
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In the morning in the salons, at night the flight Moscow-Dubai
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The numbers on the account now attract you
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And I remember once you were completely different
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You are around him now
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Like a butterfly fluttering
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In the morning in the salons, at night the flight Moscow-Dubai
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He buys everything but you don't redeem
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You can fool me, but you can't fool your heart |