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Kit we accompany the girl along the sunbeams
Silver Delorean, dmc - 12. We are from the future
We will go to the carnival in a mask and hat
Barely noticeable Lena in the dark blue sky
There's fire in your glasses, we love music
The blood is getting cold but we have to fight
Evenly gray background in a faintly noticeable cell
But we'll come all this way through the fog
We strike for the two-headed one, raising our fist up
We are waiting for a special bus for us.
How we all wanted to look in 2013
We're all missing a little craziness