Текст песни Толкачёв Дима - В формате

Street lights throw shadows
Walking on the asphalt, we don't know where we are for a long time
Tangled life I wonder who we are
for each other became early this fall
And if we are birds, let's dive into the sky
But instead of clouds we again fall into the seine
You have everything in a format in an unfamiliar house
With imaginary friends, thoughts "may be enough"
It all started with tea, ended with a bed
What lovely stories I hear I send to abusive
Heal the pain dry let's roll it
Stoned into the trash we call some kind of kata
Drawn fidelity - you jump on it
I am treated with folk, disappear to zero
Then the retreat, and that's all the love
Change my trust to tribune sport
2 years of thoughts have passed, among these heights
I cannot be returned, you better be like cattle
I use bodies of corrupt beauties
All my medicine, around five hundred
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someone thinks about the future someone about the past
I live today from relationship sick
My brain is sure that this is all over
I run from your feelings returning at night
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I'm running from your feelings returning at night
It's a long cross, I'm sure of this for sure
The sweet tale of a lasting relationship
Collapsed in an instant, in front of the swollen eyes
Several roads opened before me at once
the brain hates those who used to be dear
I remain with a conscience swallowing a lump in my throat
I know you are sad now but I somehow don't give a fuck
I scored a long time ago and found another
play further, cool party girl
all your antics will not hurt the soul
will flood you with alcohol another will undress
what the realties of love will share it with you
Don't bring me back how you would like
essentially opening up access to your body
You won't bring me back as you would like.