| Chorus:
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| When it's minus thirty outside
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| When there's nothing to smoke
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| When you shave in the bastard in the morning
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| You keep dreaming of me.
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| When it's minus thirty outside
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| When there's nothing to smoke
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| When you shave in the bastard in the morning
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| You keep dreaming of me.
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| Atri:
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| So everything is slowly cooling down I rejoice
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| Minus harder still tightens the degree
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| You have a fucking brabus
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| I have a narcotic tone.
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| It's like we don't hear each other in the mushroom forest
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| You are carrying something, I am carrying something
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| What is the point here, I won’t ask anyway
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| Dreaming in the Trash and on the nerds.
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| Not so far, that's the whole point
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| You mentally drove a stake into my head
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| Your pheramones opiate shot
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| And something was pricked on the forearm.
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| I dream she is a bad note
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| In my nightmares
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| I'm not the same as with the boys
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| Let him dream, I send everything to hell.
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| Chorus:
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| When it's minus thirty outside
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| When there's nothing to smoke
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| When you shave in the bastard in the morning
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| You keep dreaming of me.
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| When it's minus thirty outside
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| When there's nothing to smoke
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| When you shave in the bastard in the morning
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| You keep dreaming of me.
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| Lyosha Maestro:
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| You, we are on the poster, a frame for two kati
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| Champagne will roll for dinner at sunset
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| You said enough, didn't jump around the house
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| You said rubbish, then you stole soups.
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| We old people will still want each other
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| I will be your friend you will be my friend
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| Together we will launch a pigtail in a circle
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| And your butt will always be the same elastic.
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| Arguing, swearing is a serious song
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| And we'll use Disney mastering compression
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| And soft house progressive
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| Far from what we are together for.
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| The boys stir up rap, and someone grows staff
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| We do not sleep at night with smoke from different herbs
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| And you come to me in my dreams
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| And I won't send you in my dreams.
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| Chorus:
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| When it's minus thirty outside
|
| When there's nothing to smoke
|
| When you shave in the bastard in the morning
|
| You keep dreaming of me.
|
| When it's minus thirty outside
|
| When there's nothing to smoke
|
| When you shave in the bastard in the morning
|
| You keep dreaming of me. |