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Текст: Battle. Stop.

I woke up in the same old space, but now the kids are a mystery,
They do some things that are sickening, in a way, in a way.
One of these days you will reappear, in those clothes that you threw away,
To fill a space that these vitamins can't replace, can't replace.

It's a drag, it's absurd, and I should be tired
But my life could be worse, I could be on fire.

Stop, listen up, I'm not on fire
Every time you disagree.

And if you marry me, we stay together, together forever.
Reside alone with me, no one need ever go and come and go.
Holidays never felt so long,
Been spending whole days wondering
If you've changed, changed your hair,
Bought a car, cooked a meal from scratch.

It's a drag, it's absurd, and I should be tired
But my life could be worse, I could be on fire.

Stop, before you tell me to apologise
Every time I disagree.

Stop, listen up, I'm not on fire.
Stop, before you tell me to apologise.
Stop, every time that I disagree
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