Lyrics Spaceback - орел или решка

type letters to him more often, he wants it
from an Internet e-mail he notices handwriting
he’ll definitely not jump between dashes
prophesied to him ... tramples on the side of the road
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your one quarrel of patience the peak of his hate explodes in an instant
he won’t be visited so that he can reach heaven, he is sick as a nut breaks plastid
shouts out the windows forgive the explosive beeps of simple radio stations but he did not penetrate
love grew for a long time and the native person behind seemed to overtake

she knows and cries with love she burns and expects full return from him
wants to let go of her dreams from captivity but she will not stop otherwise
gaps from Internet with handwriting, he is preoccupied with her like a drug
and doctors cry now it’s already a verse call rather zero three

while in dreams we did not make, the taste of whiskey is undoubtedly
and drowns the groan of sorrow, utopia just into the abyss
I'm a dose in sms ... and if I had not cursed the world
like your amphitamine, the pulse would be heard in an instant

we break them the stations of all their radio waves
we switch the signals so that they kicked out
we are like a moment, a coin stands on the edge again
and release from captivity the hunt but we find But
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until they burned down in love. throwing coins on the floor
nullified moments when the heads or tails
Will there be hope again or again on the rib?
coin again to zero, gives us choose one
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we cross out the methods of purity, and create our own
and if I hadn’t left them, we’ll drown both of them
love fall in the whirlpool, tear them waves
come down to me stupidly into the abyss, but with you I am mediocrity,

you know why for the sake of staying, throwing yourself, love is even, amorous sighs
jump! otherwise, do not get right, correct, if I would evaporate in smoke
Yes, and even if you don’t tear me. But it’s already called heaven
return with a cry back, with an soul soul say you want breathe, but rather run

let's break the stereotypes of hope again
phrases carelessly sands filled with tears
and the taste of heat is not a substitute for groceries
drown definitely gradually stupid together

and no it will not get easier easier in an instant
but no doubt, two. knocking coins
sounds are not exactly accurate, body vibration
trembling skin, very much but we wanted more
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until they burned down in love. throwing coins on the floor
nullified moments when the heads or tails
Will there be hope again or again on the rib?
coin again to zero, gives us choose one
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my dream is rebellious, but I want you to live
breathed, hear yes?, since our burden is heavy
these desires a verse in my dreams I'm just crazy
stupidly dependent, we hung like a whist, we fell silent

amphitamin limits, and soul whiskey flame
we burn ridiculously, you know you need to stay?
high radio stations we would have to catch signals
we would be honking ourselves, we throw a hint

know and they won’t bring me the stars back, our forbidden excitement
your tears in your eyes, turning back, and yet it may already be enough to suffer
you let me go from captivity, let it be bursting with ashes
his heart puffed with an equivalent addition and then all the peak, he is gone