I used to always keep my cool, but now it's all gone.
No intact bridges there behind, what's done is done.
Icebreakers breake my soul, and I'm breaking bad.
Highway lights make butterflies trade love for dread.
No faces around anymore, just rows of masks.
At last I'm full of answers, but no one asks.
I'm a long time hunted Moby Dick at ease.
I feel the darkest streets as my deepest seas.
I'm white that emerges in the world of black.
Often I find myself lying flat and looking back.
The one who thinks he chose the route is a fool.
I've lost everything I had, but it was cool.
Примечание. Текст написан по сюжету культового американского сериала "Breaking bad" ("Во все тяжкие") на мелодию песни группы Плейлист Венкова - Было круто (https://youtu.be/yOu3L5sI7Co).
It was cool
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