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White Bubble
White Bubble
The hands of the clock move
quietly on the wall of the
restaurant where I drink
where quietly sparkling
I lit my hookah
on my head a few bars
I cried with dry eyes
Because I still love you
and you still don't love me
and I can't give up
I want to get drunk
And I sit and drink
And I sit and drink until I crack
And I sit and drink
And in the foam I see the bubble's white
and I sit and drink
until I see myself in the pint
when I'm full and seething
and finally I'm empty
and I know it
and I know it
what then
The wise men defect
ask to leave
it's time for the last doubles
It's all made to repeat
bribing my porters
bubbles on my head
I go out into the streets with my eyes closed
At night I'll call you on the roof
I'll try something new
br/>why, why do I keep going
I find myself where I left