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I just want to lock the door tight, Lose all my time, out of mind, out of sight. I just want to stop believing in things, Let time flow ahead on its clock-handed wings. Want hot coffee and music to play, Childishly acting like cares fade away. Delete every profile and hide from the net, Stay in the silence with a cup, and forget. Just take a flight, then land on the couch, See vivid pictures when eyes are closed pouch. I want to write of something so sweet, Without picking words that make rhymes look neat. Just smile like a child, so simple and true, Happy for nothing, with nothing to do. I want to stand in the rain for a while, Grown-up affairs can wait in a pile. Somehow we stopped believing in tales, Back when they kept us away from the gales. Wrapped in a blanket, deep in the bed, Listening to voices, drifting in my head. We often forget what truly matters most, Flipping life's pages, becoming a ghost. But sometimes we need, just to be calm, To hear mom’s stories, like a soothing balm. We often forget what truly matters most, Flipping life's pages, becoming a ghost. But sometimes we need, just to be calm, Close our eyes and drift, free from the harm."
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[Куплет1] I just want to lock the door tight, Lose all my time, out of mind, out of sight. I just want to stop believing in things, Let time flow ahead on its clock-handed wings. Want hot coffee and music to play, Childishly acting like cares fade away. Delete every profile and hide from the net, Stay in the silence with a cup, and forget. Just take a flight, then land on the couch, See vivid pictures when eyes are closed pouch. I want to write of something so sweet, Without picking words that make rhymes look neat. Just smile like a child, so simple and true, Happy for nothing, with nothing to do. I want to stand in the rain for a while, Grown-up affairs can wait in a pile. Somehow we stopped believing in tales, Back when they kept us away from the gales. Wrapped in a blanket, deep in the bed, Listening to voices, drifting in my head. [Припев] We often forget what truly matters most, Flipping life's pages, becoming a ghost. But sometimes we need, just to be calm, To hear mom’s stories, like a soothing balm. We often forget what truly matters most, Flipping life's pages, becoming a ghost. But sometimes we need, just to be calm, Close our eyes and drift, free from the harm."
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