| My mother wanted me to love learning,
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| But I didn't care about formulas and numbers
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| And yet I even got the highest,
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| But not with help, I fly above the roofs
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| How am I doing? |
| Are you really interested?
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| Sometimes it's not very good in the morning, I go crazy
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| Only the one who does not fall does not rise,
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| But in your eyes it hasn't stopped burning yet
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| Lost the crystal sitting on the clouds
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| Outstripped death she was in heels
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| I love it so much when the air smells like spring
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| Aroma, a new stage will end in the yards
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| Watching the movie "The Secret" did not give me an answer
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| To a simple question, what am I doing here
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| A simple scheme if you really want the universe to hear you
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| I'm sorry, Mom, that I didn't become what you wanted,
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| But unfortunately you and dad are not the best example
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| Take back my childhood where time went slowly
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| Santa Claus gave not only snow for the New Year
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| I remember you my joy and pain if you are next to me
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| Then tomorrow will be different for me
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| In this city of shop windows and cars
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| Ooh nastalji, the light scent of your perfume
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| I'm still waiting for you, wherever you are, understand!
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| Who are we robots? |
| Or the shadows of the city?
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| And if I can then I'll fly like a raven
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| Touching the waves of the antennas of houses
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| I'll be careful because this world is cruel
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| I remember how I saw you
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| And then I thought in the morning, because she's not a fool
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| You told me about closed clubs
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| And Stanley Kubrick films, lip gloss
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| And maybe it's stupid, but with every phrase
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| I got closer penetrating into your mind
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| I collected this puzzle you flew to Malta
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| Like a scalpel to the heart, I'm in the sleeping area
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| We are all so correct, but where to go?
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| When it smears M.D.M.A on the couch
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| Glamor is dead, buried in glamor
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| Life is a PR campaign, someone will throw away the dough
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| I'm relaxing here, I don't care about Boni
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| I do not send St. Tropez at eight by ferry
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| Spit on the face control line on the windowsill
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| And if you and me are carried away by a Boeing turbine
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| I remember you my joy and pain if you are next to me
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| Then tomorrow will be different for me
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| In this city of shop windows and cars
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| Ooh nastalji, the light scent of your perfume
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| I'm still waiting for you, wherever you are, understand!
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| I remember you my joy and pain if you are next to me
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| Then tomorrow will be different for me
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| In this city of shop windows and cars
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| Ooh nastalji, the light scent of your perfume
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| I'm still waiting for you, wherever you are, understand! |