Random numbers of tired hours
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They go as if in delirium - one step back, two forward
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Intricate cipher, a riddle without words
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Counting when the plane arrives
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Will bring you here
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We fall like a movie
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(It wouldn't be sad, it would be funny)
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And we will be forever
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(As always - god and devil at the same time)
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together
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The scream went out in the window of the house
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The world without us is a dead end, a coma
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Drop by tap - half a gram per day
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Time is measured with a mark at zero
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I am a laceration, a direct target
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A pale shadow with its head in a noose
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I'm standing on a thin needle
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(Yes, it's just hell - to sit in paradise
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and see your look, and in it all your pain)
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Lost on the edge
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(Don't give up, to live is to be in a fight)
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abyss
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Day two, alone at home
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Fear, wall, saliva, coma
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From here, everything bad can be seen in red colors.
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And you are powerless, it's a shame and infuriates terribly
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The soul is impotent without ordinary flesh
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But she's pounding too when my love is gone
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A procedure beyond the emotional limit
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Identification of a corpse, as they say in the news - bodies
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You'll have to be brave - and I'm out of business
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Although now - flew in, because you wanted so much
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The ice is freezing in my hands
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Rain pours back into your eyes
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Zero in the shower, traces of burglary
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I'm already a coma |