Strange, trams don't run in circles, but only from edge to edge.
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Still young spring tortures. |
Past constellations of crowded streets
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But the first wings returned. |
Haven't woken up yet, but still there.
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Chorus:
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And in the segment you forgot, everything was new to me and everything was interesting
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And on the photo you forgot "-140" and eternal summer.
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And in the segment you forgot, everything was new to me and everything was interesting
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And on the photo you forgot "- 140", horror.
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Do you remember? |
No, you don't remember a damn thing.
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But I don’t really need it, and only snotty, and my voice is cold.
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Somewhere, after all, trams are running in a circle, and mature flocks are rushing.
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And teenagers spin my vinyls.
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Chorus:
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And in the segment you forgot, everything was new to me and everything was interesting
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And on the photo you forgot "-140" and eternal summer.
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And in the segment you forgot, everything was new to me and everything was interesting
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And on the photo you forgot "- 140", horror.
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losing
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Strange, trams don't run in circles, but only from edge to edge.
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Still young spring tortures. |
Past constellations of crowded streets
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But the first wings returned. |
Haven't woken up yet, but still there.
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Chorus:
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And in the segment you forgot, everything was new to me and everything was interesting
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And on the photo you forgot "-140" and eternal summer.
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And in the segment you forgot, everything was new to me and everything was interesting
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And on the photo you forgot "- 140", horror.
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And in the segment you forgot, everything was new to me and everything was interesting
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And on the photo you forgot "-140" and eternal summer.
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And in the segment you forgot, everything was new to me and everything was interesting
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And on the photo you forgot "- 140", horror. |