Вершы: Emoglobe. Almost.

There is no surprise, I?ve no place to hide
wasting all my time and I?m way behind
In the pouring light I can almost die
The pouring light, am I inside?
There is no other way and it?s all too late
soon I?ll be astray but I?m not afraid? afraid
In the pouring light we can almost die
The pouring light, are we entwined? ?entwined
In the pouring light, we can almost fly

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