| Don't be bored, we won't have enough seats on the trains
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| I may get tired and not fall asleep
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| Closing your hands bathing in the rain
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| I don't want anyone, I won't come to anything
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| I don't remember my feelings
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| Suffocating drowning in your evil worlds
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| In the spring, sadness beats with a pulse
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| Into the overloaded noise of the clouds in my head
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| Soaking up the tone of your lips
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| Frozen by a waterfall in shop window paintings
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| Yes, well, this fashion
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| To the artificial world
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| The air is tearing empty houses inside out
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| Through a dream you will hear how I smile
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| Because someone wants to kill me
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| In the morning it's somehow hard to contain your anger
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| I don't remember my feelings
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| Suffocating drowning in your evil worlds
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| In the spring, sadness beats with a pulse
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| Into the overloaded noise of the clouds in my head
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| Soaking up the tone of your lips
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| Frozen by a waterfall in shop window paintings
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| Yes, well, this fashion
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| Yes, well, this fashion
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| I guessed for a long time who is lying and who is not
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| Don't think that I'm special
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| And fucking try to surprise you
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| Someday I might get tired of being broken
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| The rumble of every day, closing the wires
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| I don't remember my feelings
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| Suffocating drowning in your evil worlds
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| In the spring, sadness beats with a pulse
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| Into the overloaded noise of the clouds in my head
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| Soaking up the tone of your lips
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| Frozen by a waterfall in shop window paintings
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| Yes, well, this fashion
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| To the artificial world |