Текст песни The Line - За тысячу лет

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For a thousand years
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One lucky ticket
is impossible
On the tape of old cassettes
You said the word
And the circle was the head
Spread through the foliage ,
But you were wrong.
Sitting in tobacco smoke
And I do not understand .
Probably not the mind
Going into total darkness .
The solution to all theorems -
I'm leaving for good
( Blood from ruptured veins
The newly flooded Eden )
( Have not waiting for change
I lost my Eden )
( Soulless like a mannequin
Behind this edge systems )