It is impossible to hear about love, but who would say
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Words will be torn from the tongue, as if habit is a parasite
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She will not come out at the dance, but in a dress to me
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As soon as he rolls out his coffin, not with a dance, but in a dress
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Father, you look good
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And always calm on the face, do not change - and just an upstart
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On the tombstone you would carve a couple of thousand words
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Those oaths in your native language are like parseltongue
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Well, how are you? |
There are two tulips in a vase
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What did you break? |
into powder
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Yes, for your character and only glad I came up
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Throw a couple of phrases, keep quiet? |
Kohl laughs, so our
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Volapyuk and Newspeak
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Saddling a puddle in myself, I launch boats for you
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In the same place, the swans weave and strangle their own passion,
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And let go outside - only break their neck
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And the result will come down, so let go
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What do you think?
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You are so perfect and beautiful in this dress
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It was sewn only to bury you in it in your soul.
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Or in the chest, wearing a collar
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And so it will pass for decoration, but how do you like it?
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You are so perfect and beautiful in this dress
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It was sewn only to bury you in it.
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Invite guests at the wedding so that everyone can see
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How it will choke you to the bone
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Tuk
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How many do not touch me, but all the time it does not seem to hurt
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(more cloves, give me more)
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Or so it seems, but no matter how much I curse you,
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But all the time it seems like there
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And what is accepted - then do not scrape
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I want to say something, but in front of people it is indecent,
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Well, I couldn’t even open my mouth at the memorial service? |
Having defended
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I looked into the wilted tulip in the corner, but
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You have a ring on your finger (try it on here)
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This is to be able to control you
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Leave a heart on you
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In order not to confuse him, set him on a notch,
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But everything is against it, but sleep is not anesthesia and will not go away
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How the night does not creep up - somewhere a neurosis is hiding
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Are you alone here? |
Again?! |
And in a dress, try it on once,
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But do not hide all the abrasions, open wounds on your soul
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Everything is proportional - “How is the size?”
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I was going for a long time, but how long before our death?
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(Ah tick-tick-tock)
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The hands on the clock will draw a cross, go down the aisle
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And wait until I rise
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What do you think?
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You are so perfect and beautiful in this dress
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It was sewn only to bury you in it in your soul.
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Or in the chest, wearing a collar
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And so it will pass for decoration, but how do you like it?
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You are so perfect and beautiful in this dress
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It was sewn only to bury you in it.
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Invite guests at the wedding so that everyone can see
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How it will choke you to the bone,
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How about you?
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You are so perfect and beautiful in this dress
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It was sewn only to bury you in it.
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Don't get lost in practice
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Did you drip? |
Well, how are you? |
Is that the tactic? |
How about you?
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You are so perfect and beautiful in this dress
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It was sewn only to bury you in it.
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And I didn’t see the color of whiter, since you are only a deceit
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And then it seems like a cataract |