The noise of my KRKs will fly out of the window
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Like smoke in the clouds
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Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away
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The noise of my KRKs will fly out of the window
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Like smoke in the clouds
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Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away
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The city sleeps like a cat and purrs
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I flew home to my dear Grove Street
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The diode on the micro will light up in a slowly glowing bit
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I will not finish the sprint until the print is erased
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What an array of gray plates imprinted on the soul
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And I'm ready to press all the buttons here
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Making a thousand out of a hundred to increase your profit
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Lady luck pours wine into a decanter
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This means you need a spliff, better not one
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My city is sleeping again and it will wake up tomorrow
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By the alleys along which I have wandered since childhood
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And I don't care what time I get up tomorrow
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All these rituals turned back time
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Then the lights went out, the colors faded, but
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Indicators in the smoke are burning, this cannot be taken away
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The noise of my KRKs will fly out of the window
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Like smoke in the clouds
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Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away
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The noise of my KRKs will fly out of the window
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Like smoke in the clouds
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Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away
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I blow smoke from the window in the morning
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The cold city will rustle, the minibus will start to walk
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A minute will fly by with a song
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And what remains in the memory is a piece of excerpt from the stump
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Flying on a crane, I catch a titmouse in my hand -
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It's the contrast of the provinces, bitch, with my sound
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And I'll come to you for a festive buffet with a doublet
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Spelled: "Z-A-R-A-Z-A"
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A la guerre comme a la guerre, kalaҫatӑp ep sana!
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This is my karate skill
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Height looks at sunrise at an empty area from the window,
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And somewhere she is alone. |
As I close my eyes - visible
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And let the bastards be jealous, but her phone is busy
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(On the phone)
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And somewhere she is alone. |
As I close my eyes - visible
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And let the bastards be jealous, but her phone is busy
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(On the phone)
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The noise of my KRKs will fly out of the window
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Like smoke in the clouds
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Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away
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The noise of my KRKs will fly out of the window
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Like smoke in the clouds
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Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away |