Текст песни Марианна Плотникова - всех

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you played too much boy
the moon spilled the juice
on the water. the world is like a ball
truth is like a wall

fingers are elastic, bell
every ball hit
truth is a blind spot
fought - did not notice

somehow found the "answers"
all perked up: here!
crunch (like a sob) newspaper
crumpled up in my stomach

early to guess crosswords
time will bend then
wait, smile proud
in the future - even a flood

death does not even scare
scared to live aimlessly
it's better not to wait when
narrow blood vessels fat

be merciful god
sniper be precise
if you decide you can
aim straight for the chest

just give answers, archer
everyone has a personal sin
god takes the best
god takes everyone