Where there is smoke ... Where to go? .. And
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You are somewhere hidden by the world, like a hot sun behind the clouds
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With someone you lie sadly, while the rain is scratching the window with a mouse
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We do not understand our mistake, although your cipher has crept up
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You know, it sucks without you. |
I'm like a dead pixel on a Toshiba monitor
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You soar along Tverskaya on a cloud of the most lethal metaphors
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And I looked, of course, again on the pole your killer performance
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Your new pumped-up dude drives away flies from you in the rest
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Life is a chessboard, and he looks like a rooster on it
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Everything suddenly emptied like a shell, looking for your nudes in our correspondence
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In a publishing house named life, this novel was never published.
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The city is already snoring, but you are not up to dreams in a Kruzak
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You are beauty itself, remember? |
Vadik will do the beauty (beauty)
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Do you remember? |
People on the sides, hands tend to under a sundress
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Heart roars like I'm a muscle car, let's go kill MasterCard
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That sex is imprinted in memory, my prints are on your body
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Then you entered my heart, you opened the locks, as if by a retinal scan
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Where to go? |
Where the smoke is
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To where you are. |
And there behind the gray cloud
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Find you, there is a web
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And let's fly from above! |
Well, where are you?
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Where to go? |
Where the smoke is
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To where you are. |
And there behind the gray cloud
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Find you, there is a web
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And let's fly from above! |
Well, where are you?
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Where there is smoke... Where you are...
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And there behind the gray cloud to find you ...
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And from above
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Let's fly... Let's fly...
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When the sparks in your eyes are brighter than the moon
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You want to say something, but words are not needed
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I can smell you
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I can smell you, you smell like wormwood
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Tightly confused the night, not visible in the eye
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Domino principle knock me back
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You swim in my arms
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You will heal my wounds like a sweet balm
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Only the wind and hair curl like a flag
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Like music, your voice and I are completely ashes
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I burn out and fall
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Will blow me in the morning with a cold broom
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I'm rushing like the room is dancing
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You'll lie to me in the morning that it's time to get dressed
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That you have to go, and only this motive
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In my head it will jam and play 20 times
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Where to go? |
Where the smoke is
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To where you are. |
And there behind the gray cloud
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Find you on, there is a web
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And let's fly from above! |
Well, where are you?
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Where to go? |
Where the smoke is
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To where you are. |
And there behind the gray cloud
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Find you on, there is a web
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And let's fly from above! |
Well, where are you?
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Where to go? |
Where the smoke is
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To where you are. |
And there behind the gray cloud
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Find you, there is a web
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And let's fly from above! |
Well, where are you?
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Where to go? |
Where the smoke is
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To where you are. |
And there behind the gray cloud
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Find you, there is a web
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And let's fly from above! |
Well, where are you? |