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A Dm
trained air my eyes -
A Dm
Only you alone could I say so.
Gm
need time grind into flour
A Dm
and stop being afraid of delicate cheekbones.

enchanted land at the sky countries.
to become accustomed to the pain as Shaman
and get to the bottom lashes
and see what lives at the bottom of the spring .

miracle trained my eyes -
to become bait bullets to say so .
need time grind into flour
and stop being afraid of delicate cheekbones.

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Gm A Dm B
Peter smells nicotine languid summer.
Gm A Dm B
disappears my favorite childhood town of forests .
Gm A Dm B
if in ulcers shoulders streets - cellophane masking
Gm A Dm B
tinuous faceless monsters grow new life blanks .

Gm
and can not quit
A
I can not leave
Dm
helplessly silent
B
rage wheezing ...
Gm A
I fight to stay -
Dm
I 'll protect you !