I will become white ash
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That part of the smallest
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What will remain in your hearts until the end
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I will become a drop in the sky
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Filling your rivers
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Leaving our lives to the one who created
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I will become white ash
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That part of the smallest
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What will remain in your hearts until the end
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I will become a drop in the sky
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Filling your rivers
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Leaving our lives to the one who created
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I will remain white ashes, but I will become like John Lennon
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It's not for me to decide, probably, but I know that on the right
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I won't rise to the sky, I won't get into your veins
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Boomer did not change to Merin, he intends to displace everyone with a storm
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Believe me
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Never say "Stop!"?
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Even if life hits on the forehead
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And they say only life is a ford
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I'll figure it out like a sun lounger
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Claiming laurels like emperor or deity
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But I won't back down, but I won't act like the crowd and the majority
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Let every year less and less chance
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Though hands up, but I'm 18
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My family, bitch, here's my shell
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God gave me advice to keep
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And I will fight
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What is there to fight for?
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I would sleep, gobble up, but break a bird to death
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I will become white ash
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That part of the smallest
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What will remain in your hearts until the end
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I will become a drop in the sky
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Filling your rivers
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Leaving our lives to the one who created
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I will become white ash
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That part of the smallest
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What will remain in your hearts until the end
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I will become a drop in the sky
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Filling your rivers
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Leaving our lives to the one who created
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In my tired eyes, the numbers from the departure board are reflected
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And all this eternal snack for the crown has long been parallel to me
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Time doesn't go anymore, it runs
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And every second here is neither dead nor alive
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But I still believe in the dream, although the corpse is cold, like ice from the peaks
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Stamps, stamps, passport stamps
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One hundred flights per year
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Money in the account, but empty in the heart
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Again forward to the airport
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It's a gift and a curse at the same time
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I have to carry this cross to the end now
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But the soul is in rags for the sake of new verses, it was shredded by the audience
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They behind the screen of success, my pain is not visible
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For them it's just music where everything is innocent
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But it's like I'm inside a speed train
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That along the rails to the cliff rushes past
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I would like to find a way to get out
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But I'm just getting faster
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Sinful no more than others, but
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My exclusively God of repentance awaits
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Ash
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We are all but ashes
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But someone's only a fire will burn out before
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Fate, choosing randomly the lucky ones, the algorithm is unlikely to tell you
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I don't regret anything, I don't regret anything
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Another year 2017 with a new trophy around your neck
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I will become white ash
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That part of the smallest
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What will remain in your hearts until the end
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I will become a drop in the sky
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Filling your rivers
|
Leaving our lives to the one who created
|
I will become white ash
|
That part of the smallest
|
What will remain in your hearts until the end
|
I will become a drop in the sky
|
Filling your rivers
|
Leaving our lives to the one who created
|
I will become white ash
|
That part of the smallest
|
What will remain in your hearts until the end
|
I will become a drop in the sky
|
Filling your rivers
|
Leaving our lives to the one who created
|
I will become white ash
|
That part of the smallest
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What will remain in your hearts until the end
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I will become a drop in the sky
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Filling your rivers
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Leaving our lives to the one who created |