Behind the glare of the plane, as if behind the windows
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Pushing glances, an unfamiliar copy of mine
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(My, my, my copy, copy, copy)
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Yes, I'm just a prisoner behind glass, fragile cage (fragile)
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Like that doll, and the puppeteer is somewhere in the dark
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Locks, curtains on bolts
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Abandoned by myself
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E, your day will start as always - boredom
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Not sentry, but it remains to observe stupidity
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Weave barefoot along the blade of a knife
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About vanity and revelry, do not interfere
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I watch from a different angle
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Disappearing behind a blind spot, like behind a shield
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I see your way, an arc from diadems to hematomas
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And here the consequences are prepared for those who are no longer ready
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Yes, I'm just a shadow, wandering in search of myself
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Doubts sit like that not young couple, but still
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I'm in search of that uniqueness, let me finish reading
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I will be free at the moment of creation, feel it with your skin
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And you feel my eyes on you
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Will you recognize me when we collide?
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Come with me, only here you have to guess
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Who am I... and who am I?
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After all, this is my space
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When every day we are in search
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Themselves and each as an army
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Will to the fist and don't even be afraid, create
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(Create-create)
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These places will become familiar to us
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Watch, every-every moment is caught and
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Will to the fist and don't even be afraid, this is your space
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You can say something like "I lost my temper"
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I observe tactics where the earth is scorched, everywhere
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And this predatory apathy
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Multiplies in minds, their food is entertaining,
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And here is food for you
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The place is empty after the "P", so that the snake does not survive, you hear
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Leave the oblique behind the absurdity of quotes
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You are not my colleague with jester's controversy
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Ah, I'm just a shadow, wandering in search of myself, but small
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I look into the glasses as if I'm looking for a fake
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Here self-admiration is in full bloom
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Against their background, I look like a stubby dog and you
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And you feel my eyes on you
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Will you recognize me when we collide?
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Come with me, only here you have to guess
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Who am I... and who am I?
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After all, this is my space
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When every day we are in search
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Themselves and each as an army
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Will to the fist and don't even be afraid, create
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(Create-create)
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These places will become familiar to us
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Watch, every-every moment is caught and
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Will to the fist and don't even be afraid, this is your space |