It was a pink day and lots of cotton candy
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I just ate it, it was your favorite
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And I got on the roller coaster twice
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And Bambi flowed on my neck
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The kitchen opened to the gang, the neighbors said hello
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And your grandmother kneaded scones
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And Bambi, the kitchen, and love disappeared
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I don't think it was me
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Um, it just happened that way
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And you came to us, this was our pub
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And the bartender also wrote notes
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And the smoke choked me
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And a window opened only rarely, on the pages of the passport
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And no one understands anymore that my stomach is at the border
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It hurts when it's all over
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Well, the whole thing was a wall, and the wall sometimes falls down
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And how we survived was not up to us
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Um, it just happened that way
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Look, it's me, looking at the poster
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The heart of my colors is the Sun
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And as the annual ring falls on a tree, another one will come
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And by the end it sticks well
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But I've already seen everything from this column
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How did the process go?
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But how many kinds of speakers, how many kinds of notes
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It wasn't all about us
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Um, it just happened that way
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Everything is in its place, the discs, the books
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If possible, I won't move anymore
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And there are a few more moods in the guitar
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Memory and tired joy |
And it was in the silence that I didn't feel like it
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And the thought retreated
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But I knew it well, he would have just said it
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That it happened to us a few times
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That's how it turned out |