I will be sadder than Sting
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I'll be smashed like a campsite
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On a steep hill, keeping in mind
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That I don't feel sorry for myself
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I will be sadder than Sting
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And quieter than your fade-in
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I will be at the bottom, but not for me
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Hiss about her like a record
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As a result, I failed to prove to them
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Space. |
Recording, but then he sang, and did not drink
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I am chalk. |
They are rags
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And they can hardly erase me
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And if so, then everything is in order
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Tubes, plugs, day, hide and seek
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Make promises and bribes to yourself
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Obviously you can't
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Under no circumstances, probably
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Or at least not at the same time
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So many songs are not about you for some reason
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How much does the sky weigh? |
Probably a lot
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I wouldn't give the sky even a minute
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To be not for the sake of the world, to sing other notes
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Death has taken the sunsets
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Live at dawn without knowing the date
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Listen to the wind, but understand one thing:
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Where granite slabs will put us stalemates
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Sooner or later everyone
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You should have time to learn who you are
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I will be sadder than Sting
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I'll be smashed like a campsite
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On a steep hill, keeping in mind
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That I don't feel sorry for myself
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I will be sadder than Sting
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And quieter than your fade-in
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I will be at the bottom, but not for me
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Hiss about her like a record
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I will be sadder than Sting
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In an instant, our life turned into a ring
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There was a loud cry of despair
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We have turned our days
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In a bad dream by chance
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But this is not what we dreamed of
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That's not what the days were spent for
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In the shadows of your own ambitions
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I was not a prince, but I could be useful to you
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I did, for a while - well, yes
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And, after all, such a stream of emotions, I thought forever
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Scattered in different cities today
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I thought I was writing a novel, it turned out to be a parable,
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What about you? |
In fact, there are no questions for you
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Just sharp skirmishes, stand in a row, in height
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I will be paler than a ghost
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I will burn faster than sparks
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I will be sadder than Sting
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I'll be smashed like a campsite
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On a steep hill, keeping in mind
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That I don't want myself
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I will be sadder than Sting
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And quieter than your fade-in
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I will be at the bottom, but not for me
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Hiss about her like a record
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I will be sadder, sadder, sadder
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