I'm in here, gazing outta foreign window at the alien sky,
Looking for familiar stars, but there's nothing to find.
I've been walking all the roads back and forth, day and night,
I turned around and couldn't see any trails behind.
But if you got another pack of cigarettes
This implies that everything is not so bad for today.
There's a ticket for a flight on the silver-winged plane,
Taking off with only shadow on earth to stay.
There was nobody here to be at fault without the wine.
There was nobody here to rake the heat with a hand.
No one can without the music make it easier to die,
No one wants to go without the music to the end.
But if you got another pack of cigarettes
This implies that everything is not so bad for today.
There's a ticket for a flight on the silver-winged plane,
Taking off with only shadow on earth to stay.
Pack of сigarettes
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