Check me with platforms and rented apartments,
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Lack of money, loss of strength, an attempt to shock,
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And I'm trying to export malice into satire,
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Having picked up the initiative, you want to exploit,
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The one who became ex for you. |
In your friendzone forever
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What is not a day, so a new boy in a cap crowned with a wreath.
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Another one purrs in your ear, heals something, all on Burberry,
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But still some kind of unicellular.
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And this is hardly a chatter about brands from Albion,
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A dull ring on the nameless one, like Frodo's,
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Listen to the rumble of thunder in an empty room, believe me, it's better than rock.
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Believe fools that they will add a growth to your horn.
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Here the scab between the ribs ruins, My space is healthy!
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We will eat from love triangles that have become rhombuses,
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Without noticing someone's needle stake, this heart is timid,
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Wants to take control of what's in the cranium again.
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Chorus:
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Which paths to diverge, it doesn’t matter,
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They will bring you and me together, understand.
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Life is either roulette or lotto, tell me
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Is the sector important to you, in the palm of your hand ...
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It's a radical love, nowhere more radical
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There are no faces here, in the heart of the capital we are some gray ones,
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Nervously and passively, we freeze again, like blacks in Novosibirsk,
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Again, without strength and dumbly, the gray sky drizzles with rain.
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Beautiful fiction on the pages of books,
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Reality drags by the hand
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In Khrushchev to creepy zombie boxes,
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Unblinking gazes are aiming at us,
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Like lizards, stinking from the depths of dark burrows.
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Welcome to the real, so dirty gray
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In all its glory and so, I will return to your door again.
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Like Odysseus to Ithaca. |
If not, then solder the epitaph from all metaphors,
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Well, let this song serve as a cinematograph for me.
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And there is no market here, I am mute and deaf to the poor,
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After all, the way to heaven is a little question for me,
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I would only have your hand in my hand - it's a trifle, after all,
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After all, the most important thing is these two hearts beating loudly in the ribs. |