| Chorus:
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| We sculpt, we give love like plasticine
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| We crush, we cry, the soul cannot be healed.
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| Playing with grudges, how to reset you?
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| And lips are tired of salty prayers.
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| I see you at the window, you are standing,
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| You look at the sky, everything is in the stars.
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| I remember how you loved.
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| Loved the night. |
| Dream when it's too late.
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| It's hard to change something
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| Your hands are gentle, God.
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| An avalanche of letters, hug me.
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| Cover with this shivers.
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| We always hid from each other
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| Notes remained far away
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| Being so close.
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| They liked to read only books - Mouse Mickey.
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| Forever together
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| Two stickers in one moleskin
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| I'm tired of apologizing for what we couldn't
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| Save this world.
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| And I'll get sick for the holidays
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| To forget a little. |
| I'm going to drink tea.
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| Watch TV and try to fall in love
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| Play guitar, stop trying to get your number
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| To not call you
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| Not to heal yourself
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| You must not hurt
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| And all this nonsense is just plasticine.
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| Chorus:
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| We sculpt, we give love like plasticine
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| We crush, we cry, the soul cannot be healed.
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| Playing with grudges, how to reset you?
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| And lips are tired of salty prayers.
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| How is it to be obsessed with delirium
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| Feel betrayed?
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| Forbidden thoughts, slow nerves,
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| They decompose caustically into cells.
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| What is it like to live in disbelief
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| And not be afraid of the sky?
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| Disgustingly disfiguring that we are with you
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| We have been sculpting so diligently for a long time.
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| Now you're right, now I don't care
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| For everything connected with that time.
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| In detail, if you don't go too far,
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| Then we are not so different.
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| Feelings are stained with dirty spots,
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| Behind the sinus pain is hellish.
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| And immediately to zero all the phrases,
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| About this fucking love.
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| Throw it out, forget it, that's it, it's so easy, try it.
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| But no, I have already breathed these microbes into myself.
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| It holds something like a magnet, futile attempts to dump.
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| Looks like I'm just stuck, damn plasticine.
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| Chorus:
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| We sculpt, we give love like plasticine
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| We crush, we cry, the soul cannot be healed.
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| Playing with grudges, how to reset you?
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| And lips are tired of salty prayers. |