1. |
Home Alone
07:16
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Finally I'm home
After discovering the unknowns
Yo La Tengo's “Ohm”
Is in my headphones
I collapsed onto the bed instantly
With the single thought in my head
Somebody kill me
But I'm home alone
Somebody kill me
But I'm home alone
Seventeen towns in a short time
Wish I could remember the last one
For two months we've not seen the sun
We drank a ton of beers. I'm done
Sixteen towns of brown Russia
The view from the train window is incredibly sad
My pale face needs a bit of blusher
Cause I look unhealthy, really bad
Finally I'm home
I ain't got the strength to roam anymore
My body says, “come on, move on”
But the voice in my head says
Somebody kill me
But I'm home alone
Somebody kill me
But I'm home alone
Somebody hug me
Somebody stroke me
Somebody calm me down
Calm me down
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2. |
My Bad
03:32
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Don't give me another chance
I'll let you down
Don't give me another chance
‘Cause I'll let you down
Don't give me another chance
To let you down
Don't give me no quarter
I'm sorry for all the wrong that I've done
For all the lies that I've told
I'm sorry
My fault
I'm sorry for all your hopes that I've ruined
For all the tests that I've failed
I'm sorry
My bad
Don’t worry, I’ll keep my distance from you
Someone will step into my shoes
If that’s what you want then we’re through
I’m saying goodbye (Прощай!)
I guess our friendship expired
And of each other we are so tired
You go your way and I’ll go mine
I’ll go mine
Surprise! Everything gradually dies
But though we did fight we had times
Good times
Good times
Good times
Good times
Sorry I feel for my future self
For wasted time and lost friends
I'm sorry, but it doesn't help
Sorry, the word that I should have said
But when it was expected of me
It was left unsaid
My bad
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3. |
Force of Habit
04:35
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When I talk to her I wanna kill myself
Every time I hang out with that girl I try to escape by force of habit, of course
She will only kiss me when we're both drunk
Every night to figure her out I try
By force of habit, of course
All I have said before doesn't matter anymore
All I have sung in this song doesn't really matter
The first verse I wrote a month ago
Now my life has changed for the better
Na na na na na
Things do change so suddenly
And I can't catch up with my reality
My face wears a frown
Though I'm not trying to drag her down
Just don't get too happy, slow down
It's force of habit
And here it's coming to screw up everything
(All you have said before doesn't matter anymore
All you have sung in this song doesn't really matter
The third verse you wrote a week ago
Now your life has changed for the better
Na na na na na)
Things do change so suddenly
All I have said before doesn't matter anymore
(All you have sung in this song doesn't really matter)
This part I wrote a day ago
(Now your life has changed for the better)
Na na na na na
Things do change so suddenly
And I can't catch up with my vague reality
Force of habit
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4. |
SMM
03:29
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She knows the latest trends
Look at her Instagram
She has so many friends
What if I ask them
"How does she spend her time?
What's going through her mind?
Is she still in her prime?"
What is the answer?
"She won't write you back
If you write her
After getting drunk
She don't wanna call you
She won't send you
A present for Christmas
You won't have a chance to meet
Not in this life anymore
Anymore"
Well, fine, I don't mind
See this familiar face
Of someone that you embraced
With whom you were spending days
In early December
Scroll down the page of life
Memories materialize
Pictures of you and I
Side by side
I check her Facebook page again
I do this constantly every day
'Cause I'm a social media maniac
Okay, I see the same unnatural pose
I see the hashtags in every post
You never know which one will trend
And which one will get more likes and comments
She'd like to know
I won't write you
Don't you ever write me
I ain't gonna call you up
Neither are you
It's a shame but
We could then realize
That we won't meet again
And I won't recognize your number
If you ever call me
I won't write you
I have my pride
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
All this was known from the start
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I won't send you a card on your birthday
Don't wanna meet by chance in a cafe
I got used to
Spying on you
But that ain't worth it
You ain't worth it
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5. |
Ennui, Pt. 2
05:33
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(x4) How to express my feelings more clearly?
I don't know
Stop drinking
Stop thinking
Stop lying
Stop smoking
Stop thinking
Stop lying
Stop dreaming
Stop drinking
Stop thinking
Stop asking stupid questions
Stop dreaming
(x5) I'm so fucking tired of confronting my mind
I'm so fucking tired of controlling my mind
(x2) I'm so fucking tired of confronting my mind
I'm so sick and tired of confronting my mind
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6. |
Sidelong Glances
05:05
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People care about people even when it's not necessary
Winter hat is ready to be worn. I can't wait for January
I'll hide my dyed hair there and become more ordinary
Winter hat is ready to be worn
Why do I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Sidelong glances
They shoot me from behind
Circumstances made me a hater of mankind
Disapproving glances are gonna eat me alive
But nevermind
People like to torture others
I swear we are chronic morons
Has not the 21st century taught us any manners?
I'm outside the comfort zone within the city limits
Cursed be the minute when my spirit became timid
Sidelong glances
They sting me from behind
Circumstances made me a hater of mankind
Disapproving glances are gonna eat me alive
I know that I can leave it all behind
Achieve a better state of mind
But nevermind
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7. |
What a Bore!!!
01:41
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What a bore! I'm lying on the floor
Starring at the phone
Switching damn tracks
Waiting until she texts me back
There's no thing that would bore me more than myself
No thing that would bore me more than myself
What a bore! I'm lying on a bed
Doing nothing
Waiting for a miracle or something
There's no thing that would bore me more than myself
No thing that would bore me more than myself
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