| I raise my head higher to see the next
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| And wonder, «Wow, I was thinking about earlier?»
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| I like a convict with his leg chained to the core
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| I live one day, one life, one way
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| The same old hope everything is still
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| My discovery, like a fish — not the first freshness
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| My events are remembered drinking of
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| With or without him, nothing more
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| I know many, many people know me, in turn,
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| But who among them would undermine late at night?
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| When I need to be urgently and they are not very
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| Not everyone, however, does not matter, I do not god
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| Not raised his wings or horns are not
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| Another wooden boy in the world of fools
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| Who nevertheless saw something above — where the wind
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| And I began to understand why living in the world
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| I raise my head and shoulders above what would have been
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| better to hear
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| Breath of life today, who would describe it?
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| I understand — my niche is too insignificant
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| And I was born to be not just a consumer
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| You’ve seen his parents eyes when you feel bad
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| Have you tried living on taste — it is cruel
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| My best teacher — experience
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| Only time will tell where the snow, where the soot
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| Where would cost to make a half step, and where it was not
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| worth
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| Who is a friend who is an enemy, so who was passing by with
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| you
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| I make plans to go upright
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| I realized that something for which you have to be and to
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| live every minute
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| Not shelving their last real
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| Whatever the future has been dead as autumn leaves
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| Then from the sky why do not the court look to the bottom
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| I raise my head higher than usual and starting to talk like
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| that do not habitually
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| I replaced the language of others as if the words are flying
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| out of his mouth burn like the sparks
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| I low is the roof of the house go out
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| To see something that seemed familiar
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| According to the new and talk about this new way
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| Without question his own voice
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| Crossing the pedestrian strip
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| I’m going to look for a gap of freedom in the masonry,
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| Outside smoothly, but I see flaws
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| As in the speech clause, as in the text misprints
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| Do you sleep peacefully and sweetly, you keep your feet warm
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| As I thought more important to keep clean
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| Then quickly realize that there is truth and what is a bluff
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| And why do so few people are looking up.
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| That is, it’s not the way you want and would not
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| And you’re standing still, but in the soul of fatigue
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| And then it breaks and burns
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| And here, as background in the eyes of the clouds soar
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| And you know, you realize that everything else
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| Let a lot of dirt, but the soul is richer
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| And all the doubts disappear suddenly
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| And you’re sure the people at heart fly
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| Rise above what you hear?
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| This heart beats, see
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| Do not seek power, but live with passion
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| This heart beats inside
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| I remember each has a bird that breaks out
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| And do not stop a bird in the heart wants. |