You yourself all know how the planet is spinning
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Letters, SMS after our meeting in the summer
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A lot of what was lost, now the song is sung
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I'm used to waking up here under the same sky
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Let's raise, come on, pile on, come on, just don't treat morality
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Where did you disappear into the fog, how much time has passed
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Faces under the images, stupidly human envy, people under the brakes
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I'm rushing high, instead of high, the whole point, do not delve, God will judge
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And for now, repent bastard, what a living alignment today
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I see clouds here, the sky, Kazakhstan
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Here are the places where I haven't been for a long time
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Everything is as bright and so every quarter
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The family was waiting, fate parted in different places
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Someone on business, someone in the Cadillac
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Oh, it's dark in the houses, my eyes are dead, what my head is stuffed with
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No offense, there just fell in love with her brown eyes
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Oh, it's dark in the houses, my eyes are dead, what my head is stuffed with
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No offense, there just fell in love with her brown eyes
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Where patterns are drawn to us, bullets on the wrapper
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Where problems are not looked for in a child
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I'm always worried, ask me, is the burden not heavy yet?
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And everyone said you are that flying bird
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No, we didn't want to, so blows, falls
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Quarrels every day
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I see my dream, the city
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I'm away from these people again
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Show me where the depth of the world is, tell me where is the secret?
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Our life, what where, away from the cameras
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I'll get there, I'll write that everything is fine, normal
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Circles under the eyes, it means that there was a long road
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Oh, it's dark in the houses, my eyes are dead, what my head is stuffed with
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No offense, there just fell in love with her brown eyes
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Oh, it's dark in the houses, my eyes are dead, what my head is stuffed with
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No offense, there just fell in love with her brown eyes |