Masha is fifteen and every day she has a holiday,
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Every day is different in classmates and in ace.
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New passions online and at the party
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She left her innocence behind her school desk.
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She grew up without a mother, her stepfather is unpleasant to her
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He was far from an enemy and often beat.
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When he came in inadequate
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And he began to pester her, but alas, she has nowhere else to live.
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The housing problem grew with her
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She walked on the edge of a knife every day.
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And she had no one to turn to
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The scar does not let you forget how to call the police.
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The district police officer comes to them and so often
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Together with their stepfather, they loved to throw themselves.
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Masha has one thought - to run away from home,
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Insanely along the runway
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Chorus:
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Like a madman running from home
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For him, fetters are the four walls of a room.
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Along the take-off corridor without really having time to gather
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With the thought of never coming back.
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Like a madman running from home
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For him, fetters are the four walls of a room.
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Along the take-off corridor without really having time to gather
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With the thought of never coming back.
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Anton, as usual, does not like school
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He loves hip-hop and is fond of streetball.
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Doesn't wear polo, wears big T-shirts
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He hangs posters on the wall, baseball caps on the shelf.
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Dreams of a tattoo, but doesn't know which one
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He knows that it's cool, so he was told.
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Watching MTV and the first musical
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These channels are like guides of his consciousness.
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Father does not approve of son's hobby
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His wife only cares about the squares of the apartment.
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They have their own child and a dream that at eighteen
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Anton will be taken to serve, freeing up space.
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This is strange on the part of the father
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My son is thirteen and he is still just a child
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Anton has one dream - to run away from home
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Down the runway like crazy
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Chorus:
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Like a madman running from home
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For him, fetters are the four walls of a room.
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Along the take-off corridor without really having time to gather
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With the thought of never returning
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Like a madman running from home
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For him, fetters are the four walls of a room.
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Along the take-off corridor without really having time to gather
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With the thought of never returning
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Maxim has always been the ringleader in the class
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The girls said: "Max you are so cool"
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Teachers were praised for good grades,
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And he wrote homework on the stairwell.
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After all, in their one-room apartment with their mother it was never empty
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Only in the mornings, when he brought his mother to her senses.
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She promised that this would not happen again.
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And she went to work, he went to study,
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But when he returned, he saw the same picture
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They asked: Max, run to the store.
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Where the saleswoman never asked a question
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Saying, if anything, we close at eight.
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He had to become an adult quite early
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Thank you mom for raising me like this.
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One dream crept into my head - to run away from home
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Like a madman on the runway.
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Chorus:
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Even when everything seems unbearable,
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I know you have enough strength.
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Even when the whole world is against you
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I know that you can't retreat. |