| Verse 1:
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| I can turn on the reverse gear when everything gets boring
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| I hope there is still some space left in your heart
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| For such a dunce, whose life is a continuous move,
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| In the meantime, hold on tight and watch the process
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| I memorize everything and reproduce it in texts
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| To be the best you need to drive straight on the rails
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| I know you're tired, everything has been pissing you off for a long time
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| Be patient a little and we will sing this song together
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| Today I'm sad, but tomorrow can be fun
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| Either I'm worried about parties or stupidly fell asleep somewhere in an armchair
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| No, I'm not in Soho Rooms, I don't fit in Dress
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| And I didn't sniff the cupcake, I just smoked with the locals
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| They tell me to open the curtain, where did you climb
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| Work at your normal job, office, business
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| Until I get bored, I'll probably stay on stage
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| I hope people appreciate these moves.
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| Chorus:
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| They tell me that such a life will spoil you,
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| But it beckons like the purest drug
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| Her eyes are opposite, I understand everything, but I am silent
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| You can't fix me anymore, listen to the silence
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| Verse 2:
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| And we're going somewhere together in this rain
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| Stop - stop, let the whole world wait
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| I see right through you, I'm spellbound
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| Pulling the hood over your eyes and walking home
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| And Stopudova will soon end this madhouse
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| Don't shout, tell me these words in a whisper
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| And if I remain a fool, then go to hell
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| On the verge between hell and heaven - my road, here it is
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| Ask God what is good and what is bad
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| When everything gets boring, I'll give a fuck about everything,
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| In the meantime, we are drunk and young, there is turmoil around
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| I don't want to grow up, I'm so comfortable
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| Don't leave me, always be by your side, do you hear?
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| And it's not without reason that my hand writes these texts
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| Look into my eyes, what do you see there
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| And whoever I become, walk this path with me to the end
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| Chorus:
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| They tell me that such a life will spoil you,
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| But it beckons like the purest drug
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| Her eyes are opposite, I understand everything, but I am silent
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| You can't fix me anymore, listen to the silence |