| I'm either sleeping, or my head is hot
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| I monitor the rearrangement of objects
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| Looking ahead through a sight glass
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| And what's the point
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| And why am I here
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| Absolutely no one to ask
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| I want a drink, I leave the car
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| I transfer to a taxi
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| And good
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| That I don't even really know where I'm going
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| And good
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| What's like an old newspaper
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| Both the future and the past are crumpled
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| And good
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| So I'll take it and sing something in Chinese
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| Well, so, as a delirium
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| And good
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| What will the driver think?
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| Everyone in this city is crazy
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| The most wonderful of cars is the Zhiguli
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| I'm trying to remember your number
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| But memory today gives out only zeros
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| And as my friend Arthur Pirozhkov said
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| Our life is short as a shot
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| Stop here, I'll walk further
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| How much from me, three hundred
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| And good
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| That I don't even really know where I'm going
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| And good
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| What's like an old newspaper
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| Both the future and the past are crumpled
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| And good
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| So I'll take it and sing something in Chinese
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| So, as a delirium
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| And good
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| What will the driver think?
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| Everyone in this city is crazy
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| I will go slowly, slowly like a monk
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| I could move faster
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| But fashion interferes with walking in skinny pants
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| I'll go to the store, buy myself a book
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| Where to visit before you die
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| And just a little sad from the fact that
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| I never remembered your number
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| And good
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| That I don't even really know where I'm going
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| And good
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| What's like an old newspaper
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| Both the future and the past are crumpled
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| And good
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| So I'll take it and sing something in Chinese
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| So, as a delirium
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| And good
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| What will the driver think?
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| Everyone in this city is crazy
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| And good
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| That I don't even really know where I'm going
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| And good
|
| What's like an old newspaper
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| Both the future and the past are crumpled
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| And good
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| So I'll take it and sing something in Chinese
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| Well, so, as a delirium
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| And good
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| What will the driver think?
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| Everyone in this city is crazy
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| And in this city everyone is crazy
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| No, that's for sure
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| Everyone in this city is crazy |