We fly like on a liner over our heads,
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We penetrate the mind with texts, we stay with you.
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I read like I'm reading between the lines.
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Remember my name.
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Remember how to rise, not to get off in the middle.
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Remember this style, remember how we look.
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There is no need to think about who we were, who we could be.
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Remember me nigga |
Around the lights
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And here they come from your favorite video.
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Memorize by pictures, frames.
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Behind the scenes, the whole course of events is blurry, because you saw everything.
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Let everything be as it is. |
If so, so be it.
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Everything has a place to be, but I'm still here.
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Keep your fingers crossed for us with the boys,
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Look in the eyes and that's it, we need to get together.
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We do not erase numbers, do not rush to say goodbye.
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Without loud words, in a spiral from the very bottom.
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Remember the timbre of the voices of my dogs, two basses.
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Remember like first love, ey!
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Chorus:
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Blurring the lines with your own words.
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We fly like on a liner over our heads,
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We penetrate the mind with texts, we stay with you.
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We read as if we are reading between the lines.
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Blurring the lines with your own words.
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We fly like on a liner over our heads,
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We penetrate the mind with texts, we stay with you.
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We read as if we are reading between the lines.
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Mom smiled, dad did not doubt.
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And there is nothing like a limousine at the gangway.
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From the cassette player to this sub.
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Chelyaba is the source of brine!
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Music has tied us. |
From the entrance to the full hall.
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What fly bit us? |
The fly is beautiful!
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Hip-hap fly. |
Back to back.
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And what is that smell? |
It's spring, man!
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Remember our names, and the moon is in the sky,
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Like a lantern. |
Street, shadows, drawings, wall.
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Shpana, his. |
Don't be dumb.
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The road is visible - swamp! |
We are links in the same chain.
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I'll put my brain in order. |
Let me drive, you sleep.
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Everything is human, our time is not far off.
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Signboards are flying, Traktorozavodsky windows,
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And we are like that, winding around the yards!
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Chorus:
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Blurring the lines with your own words.
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We fly like on a liner over our heads,
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We penetrate the mind with texts, we stay with you.
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We read as if we are reading between the lines.
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Blurring the lines with your own words.
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We fly like on a liner over our heads,
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We penetrate the mind with texts, we stay with you.
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We read as if we are reading between the lines. |