Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ha, ha
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I think I'm having a crisis of consciousness
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The only way out is to close in the toilet and sort everything out
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Ah, me, hey
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Yes, how much can you already? |
piss me off
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Snowflake on the palm, tell me how much do you weigh?
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I don't feel you. |
If not for your cold
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I would never have understood that you fell. |
This is a reason
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It's a reason to keep warm, wear gloves
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I don't have gloves for my heart, I don't even have a hat
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I'm stupidly afraid for my hair, I'll get sick
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Yes, and so what? |
I don't worry, I don't sweat
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You're either a tree or you just don't hear
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Yes, I remember every minute how you breathe
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I wanted to be a rocker, write hard songs,
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But it doesn't work out because of you, at least kill yourself
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And I killed myself and wrote another poem
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You are my main character there
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You according to the plot from the burning harem
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Takes out Mel Gibson in his arms, and I'm in the grave
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I was killed, I was in the crowd
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I was standing near the machine gun when everything exploded
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I bought you a "Miracle", I was in new sneakers
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And I'm sorry that again everything somehow didn't grow together
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Sharply through the dark smoke
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I am walking in the park, I am walking alone
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Instead of golden tears
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A snowflake melts on the hand
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If asked busy
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I'll pretend, I'll run away, I'll leave, I'll melt
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I have childish anger, you are an adult
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No need to explain anything, I already know everything
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I already know everything
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I already know everything
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Well, everything |