| Leon Libre:
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| Instead of warm blood in the heart, pink ice
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| It won't get warmer even by spring,
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| And in my eyes you will not see love
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| It's so easy, it's not here
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| xxcaster:
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| Don't deny the obvious
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| After all, between us steadily beat
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| Discharges, and if we die
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| Only in the streams of this downpour
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| And I don't know if we have enough strength, but
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| Cannabis is enough for a whitefish
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| And space chaos is bottled,
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| And the needles regularly scratch our record
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| Indeed, in the pleasure of molasses
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| I'm being dragged like the most dredge
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| After all, you will score again firmly
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| And I will emerge in your shores
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| Are you ready to go ahead with me
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| I'm ready to eat 3 at once with you
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| Speed of light, wind and smoke column
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| Fuck smolder if
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| Leon Libre:
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| Instead of warm blood in the heart, pink ice
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| It won't get warmer even by spring,
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| And in my eyes you will not see love
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| It's so easy, it's not here
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| It's okay, I don't miss those places
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| Where you and I did not see the time on the clock
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| Still water only sails
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| Free wind the whole ocean
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| To return there again
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| Where he is forever young and forever drunk
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| It's pouring like a bucket in London
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| The city is wet like our first kiss
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| Do you remember how you told me then
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| Love me passionately, but don't be jealous
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| And I still haven't learned my lesson
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| And you won't convince me at all
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| How can I not be jealous of you
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| If you don't belong to me?
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| And I wake up every morning
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| Ready to hear at any moment
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| I wake up every morning
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| Ready to hear at any moment
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| That instead of warm blood in the heart there is pink ice
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| It won't get warmer even by spring,
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| And in my eyes you will not see love
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| It's so easy, it's not here |