We will climb to the twelfth floor
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And we'll talk about nonsense
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Photographing a crimson sunset
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And post a story for ourselves
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We will climb to the twelfth floor
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And we'll talk about nonsense
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And with a guitar I will sing to you about us
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About a little girl and a boy
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Everyone says it's impossible now
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Birds above their heads are forbidden to fly
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We are looking for glasses, guessing on tea leaves
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And we will never grow up obviously
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Like two and two, like the smell of grass
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And the boy runs to his beloved girl with daisies
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Well, you're good, don't ignore his feelings
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He will spend all his youth on you to zero,
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And passwords are ones, fuck it, he's worthless
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Next to brothers and sisters, they say that we are punks
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Sorry, not sparing the nerves of mom and dad
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I'm all on my own, I can, I know for sure somewhere there
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We will climb to the twelfth floor
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And we'll talk about nonsense
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Photographing a crimson sunset
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And post a story for ourselves
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We will climb to the twelfth floor
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And we'll talk about nonsense
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And with a guitar I will sing to you about us
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About a little girl and a boy
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Mind ward, but ward number six
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And dear street, people, who else is there
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In response to the fireworks, red-blue-white
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Passed by, but no one was hurt, phew
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We didn’t sleep with the girl along with the city of shop windows
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Seven in the morning is already time, where are you, slow down
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Your friends cut off the phone in airplane mode
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And the elevator counted the floors
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Our youth in apartments
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We will drink what burns if there is no cognac
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And for no reason penetrate the soul
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Ignore the sirens, kitty, this is GTA
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We will climb to the twelfth floor
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And we'll talk about nonsense
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Photographing a crimson sunset
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And post a story for ourselves
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We will climb to the twelfth floor
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And we'll talk about nonsense
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And with a guitar I will sing to you about us
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About a little girl and a boy
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We will climb to the twelfth floor
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And we'll talk about nonsense
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Photographing a crimson sunset
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And post a story for ourselves
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We will climb to the twelfth floor
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And we'll talk about nonsense
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And with a guitar I will sing to you about us
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About a little girl and a boy
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Watch the video clip/Listen to the song online T1One — The Twelfth |