| I have only one love, one God,
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| Each new breath turns the hands on the clock,
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| I am a saga of lost time, brighter than a flame,
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| Without hiding your eyes on the floor, expressing your opinion.
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| I don’t stand on the edge, I don’t drink heavily,
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| This alignment is frightening like a rifled one at the crown of the head.
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| If you want to be with me, read me between the lines
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| Leave the uncertainty, doubt, fear,
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| I won’t decorate like fur, chic shoulders
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| You jump off, I won’t cry, sorry, not the case.
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| Be careful with serving, remember there will be problems,
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| I'm your wealthy mom's nightmare.
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| Crash program error, naturally stubborn,
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| On a wave of despair, hatred with foam,
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| I remember your tears, the lace of promises,
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| Between us a bitch, a day of phone lines
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| Anything can happen, you don’t have to promise,
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| One step out of pride, from love to hate.
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| Anything can happen, you don't have to promise.
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| Everyone is right in their own way, if in conscience.
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| I sit, blowing smoke rings, tea and a cigarette.
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| Ends as fast as the summer has decayed
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| Emotions in the heart, like nitrous oxide,
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| Reaction to digital video and photo
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| Nothing is forgotten, even the breath is stolen
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| The thirst for revenge dries a cold throat,
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| The second hand froze on the dial,
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| Shock, burn on fingers, cigarette butt filter on the floor,
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| Comment two words - bespontovo, decree,
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| Overload, dots again
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| Forgotten cosmetics, this is jewelry,
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| Where to go? |
| Yes, throw it out! |
| In general, I soar.
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| Outside the window umbrellas, non-flying weather
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| Wet boulevards and sidewalks of the city,
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| No panic, calm like flowers on the windowsill
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| I water everyone who is tired of hysteria.
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| Anything can happen, you don’t have to promise,
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| One step out of pride, from love to hate.
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| Anything can happen, you don't have to promise.
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| Everyone is right in their own way, if in conscience.
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| Again lies in her eyes and these conversations,
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| On raised tones, 12 at the clock,
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| On nerves, in a hurry, already at the door.
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| Already confused in phrases and my own things.
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| She left in tears, I'm driven in thoughts,
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| That's enough, I'm losing the rhythm,
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| Eyes stick together, the second night went without sleep.
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| I'm at the table, a hundred of cognac and two bells,
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| Of course her in the continuation of the scandal
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| And friend, bro, how are you?
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| We must unwind, because there is spring,
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| Well, let's go to the bottom and don't look like a fool.
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| The words fit tightly, under the minus of Slimus.
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| Here is my lads, here the booze is strong.
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| Pure sound recording, from CAO Records i.
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| And most importantly, son, do not lose yourself.
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| Take it as a rule and feed it here. |