One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
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One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
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One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
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One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
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One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
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One, one, one, one, one, one, one
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Who convinces too often - will not convince anyone
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Don't be afraid, I won't disappear, my appetite disappears
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An aging Jim Carrey won't make anyone laugh anymore
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But time cannot be stopped, it is still teeming
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Like ants, maggots and other nasty shit
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You hid your conscience, I'll remind you where it lies
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Courage will break down the door and run away just as quickly
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You miss everything so much, apparently you are a Jew
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The moment will come when the atheist will pray
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Theater of facial expressions and gestures of one person
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Here the miserable actor is mistaken for a father
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Insomnia is my biggest fan
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And the steadfast will break, probably not destined
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The paradox when a homeless person despises stealing
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Broken by life - fall to the bottom
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More is not given and there is none, BUT
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The white canvas is smeared, one
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Red sunset swims through the window
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This word is like an eyesore
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This word is heard again one day
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Under the same sky, under the same water
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A layer of words, revives owls, weightless again
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Thoughts about one thing: to break through a blood clot, under thunder, breaking one at a time
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Freezing blood, through the doors of time
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Shadows freeze, where are they and who divides them
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One birth, light in the darkness native
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Life is like under water, but we are not drowning
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The bottom is empty, there are three of us, a hundred stories
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Drugs and alcohol haunt
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Storm of emotions, space tears the brain
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SOS signal on the edge
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Yes, I smoke, I drink, I pour and I drip, I grab
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I don't even dig graves for my enemies
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Some bottom, others not
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Evil clown word broken, innocent arrested
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With a stop sign, hitchhiking to your house
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Don't expect good news from our strict lines
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Various strange rhymes, incomprehensible words
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From which one day sprouted
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A dose of soul in cellophane
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On the bottom with your feet like a stone
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It is with me in half and not to exchange pieces
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Coma for centuries, bayan will lure with locks
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The shadow will not reach with hands, the keys in the sky for years
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Crowds in the trash, the freedom to live not in corners
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Killed, but not by you, we don’t poison with words of rhyme
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We'll leave the good on the track, so we're fucking scrolling
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We compose thoughts, texts the truth that we know
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The mind meets dawns, we have been using packages for a long time
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Doses, solutions, pickets, it seems free, but where are you
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By his own carriage, brains in the flight of a comet
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Your cunt will drag to the beat when you're stuck in your head
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I was looking for answers, experiments with bodies
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Climbing up into the cracks, muddied from the bottom of the legend
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Unwinding a paired tape, cutting out elements from the bottom
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One for the streets is a riddle where I loved all the moments
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I loved all the moments
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The white canvas is smeared, one
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Red sunset swims through the window
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This word is like an eyesore
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This word is heard again one day
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The white canvas is smeared, one
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Red sunset swims through the window
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This word is like an eyesore
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This word is heard again one day |