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How are I doing?

normally, only the native walls are no longer treated,

The tiny city of n. He fell on his shoulders with a heavy load,

And despite the pathos quotes that does not kill, it will cripple us.

Our tiny world was covered with a copper basin.

How are I doing?

I can’t talk to my heart, about personal, generally about anything like this,

I'm afraid to seem to myself an ordinary whiner and a weakness.

They say that they are saved from psychologists and tobacco,

But I have not yet learned yet.

I am Beha all, I don’t even try to seem to be different happy

I want to do how best, but everything goes out is ridiculous, crooked.

And anyone ask: whether Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Shiva

nothing will change. late.

You see, I'm still not a resident of any capital there,

Soon the phrase "Talent cannot be drank" will be the reason to sleep,

The night lasts three Placebo albums and forty -one page.

Now a ticket in one direction and to the station.

From me to you - withered steppes, fields, wires and stations,

There is nothing more painful than this stupid dumb distance.

It cannot be reduced, the keyboard is tiredly clasping

After all, this is a long way.

For some reason I remember everything.

I remember every step of your old five -story building.

I can go upstairs, closing my eyes, without the slightest blind mistake. I remember the happy time when the money was all papers for us.

And you all forget it.

understand,

Best friends are when your troubles are like a knife in my body,

When each of your damn love drama hurt me,

When there is no strength to console, but something to change-it is not my business.

And this is a heavy load.

To be beyond those who broke again through the flocks.

After all, they want them to be drawn to you, so be simple,

"Yes" when "no", nodding to everyone with a Chinese blank,

They have this main plus.

And I am alone, like a bluesman, like a fisherman, get used to it. No wonder

If you want to be strong, you have to endure blows

You have to sing in spite of those who consider you mediocre,

In an empty house, meet the dawn.

How are you?

Everything is fine, my dear.

We are changing, losing something along the way.

I don’t want to lie, I miss the madly.

You know, come to me:

There is no sleep.