No matter how much the heart would beat - I'm tired
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And summer gave me in full
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Nettle flowers and filiform pulse
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How exactly can I patch myself up from this climate?
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The weather seems to want to help, but—
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Autumn. |
Autumn is just a side
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The seasons press like four walls - the punishment cell has only
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So give me pills and my serial number
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This is the lyrics
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And in this song I would show you all my facial expressions
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And if it would be possible even with screams in time
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And show your soul
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When all whispering sounds are faster than the speed of hearing
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And the essence of the game...
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There is no right to choose
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And if there are already two of us, then this is a couple for departure
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And if suicide is a couple on the exhale
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It is not clear to me only when we adopted the rules ...
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The secret is hidden, go
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Can't get inside with all the best sentiments
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The box is so boarded up!
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For good luck Pandora never kissed us on the cheek
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Who would suggest and help
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How to domestic take Jericho
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Armor of God - to me
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To you - a diadem of a succubus
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Dash
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Painting with blood and a drop on the lips
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Dot
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Every step towards you is motor skills
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No matter how much I move all that pain towards you
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For every meter passed, there is little love
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In centimeters to all flaws
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How can I pump this blood
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Right up to you
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And solder yourself again
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And do not show by body movement
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All that I am for a long time
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Passed it off as engine sounds...
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Every step towards you is motor skills
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No matter how much I move all that pain towards you
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For every meter passed, there is little love
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In centimeters to all flaws
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How can I pump this blood
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Right up to you
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And solder yourself again
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And do not show by body movement
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All that I am for a long time
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Passed it off as engine sounds...
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two drops of blood
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Lips are also dry
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And it's so hard to even finish the chord
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And fingers are all frozen
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The cold cuts all the strings right in front of my nose
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The strings of difference are like walls between autumn and spring
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And all the seasons as one - already a boring TV show
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And I'm so cold and hot
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It hurts - what to squeeze
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It's the same as hurting
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No matter how gently you caress
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This spark of fire will not penetrate
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And dim
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No feelings invested - that's all
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Just as empty
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Nerves in a knot -
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Like the hardest case
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Unclear
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Though my every question is like a team
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And how so
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Resell this pain
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Overlap not
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Soldering the blood flow
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And don't give up for scrap
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At least one nature
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But for some reason your engine sounds
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Didn't understand…
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Every step towards you is motor skills
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No matter how much I move all that pain towards you
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For every meter passed, there is little love
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In centimeters to all flaws
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How can I pump this blood
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Right up to you
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And solder yourself again
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And do not show by body movement
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All that I am for a long time
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Passed it off as engine sounds...
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Every step towards you is motor skills
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No matter how much I move all that pain towards you
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For every meter passed, there is little love
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In centimeters to all flaws
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How can I pump this blood
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Right up to you
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And solder yourself again
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And do not show by body movement
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All that I am for a long time
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Passed it off as engine sounds... |