Your house has become a prison for you.
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For those who are in the house - you are a stranger.
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You were naive and expected change.
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You were waiting for a friend to understand you,
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He will understand and say: "Press forward!",
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But the friend wandered among his own walls.
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The asphalt burned from the sun and from the stars.
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The asphalt burned to the sound of wheels.
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The asphalt was burning, you felt warm.
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The asphalt burned to spite the snow.
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You yourself decided to take the risk,
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No one shouted: "Beware!",
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And you dyed your helmet black.
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Like a beast the engine roars in the night
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Wasteland, passing and U-turn.
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You took revenge for the sadness of not love of the past.
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Asphalt began to sing, you heard a distant sound.
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The asphalt sang like a beating heart.
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Asphalt sang, you were its hero.
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The asphalt began to sing behind his back.
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There was a moment - you believed in a sign of good luck.
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After all, you were young and hot.
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But your double rushed to meet you.
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He was free, just like you
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No one shouted: "Brake!".
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Such an order is unknown to fate.
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The asphalt was burning from stars shot down from the sky.
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The asphalt burned to the sound of wheels.
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The asphalt screamed - you were its hero.
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Screaming asphalt, screaming pain
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The asphalt was burning from stars shot down from the sky.
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The asphalt burned to the sound of wheels.
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The asphalt screamed - you were its hero.
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Screaming asphalt, screaming pain |