| Stop, stop don't rush stop,
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| Not at all, but just for life,
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| With a touch on your fingers, stream.
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| Stop, stop until it's said yet,
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| While the offense is not yet strong,
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| Not much yet, but there is cognac...
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| Stop, stop, the soul knocks on the scale,
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| We hurt each other so deeply
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| And everyone suddenly became lonely in love.
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| Stop, stop, why do we need this and why,
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| When the fuses are in a handful, and the separation of the plastids,
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| Stop, stop.
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| Chorus:
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| In general, the situation is stupid,
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| The laws of gravity in action
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| Isn't this already between me and you
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| Stop, stop. |
| Stop, stop.
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| Stop, stop almost midnight on the clock,
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| And only the wind hums in the wires,
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| And the windows go out in wet houses...
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| Stop, stop weighing a raincoat in the hallway,
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| Until your umbrella is open in the rain
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| And there is not much more cognac.
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| Stop, stay in me with cold water,
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| Outside the cry, wait, your eyes are like knives,
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| And on the chest from the edge of the left pain ...
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| Stop, stop, but you and I whispered,
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| You are my very one and the most, I am yours,
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| Wait...
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| Chorus:
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| In general, the situation is stupid,
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| The laws of gravity in action
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| Isn't this already between me and you
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| Stop, stop. |
| Stop, stop.
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| In general, the situation is stupid,
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| Stop, stop. |
| Stop, stop.
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| Stop, stop. |