Текст песни Иван Воробей - Химия любви

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She wanted to rule the world. Many were under the heel.
In the whirlpool of a new victim without work and effort,
Few even with a smile. Always dressed fashionably.
Many fall in love. But it is much more important muzzle
The morning starts early. It is necessary to draw the eye,
To look into the eyes of other perfectly,
Catch Body surprised male looks.
Cheering is all in a row allows.
Important for you to face. Every day mired in magazines.
Cabinet packed clothes, but you do not care enough.
Attention little shoot confident gaze.
Game. More fans necessary.
It does not matter what your friends do not understand. Any
Among them is a little bit. And those who recognized Love
Feel free to laugh in the face. You're already used to them.
There is no desire to love or be loved.

Chorus:
Very dark. All the lights went out.
So about three times, but the night does not have authority
Above me. Thoughts stronger weather
Though the heat, but I do not feel the summer of freedom.
What are her thoughts? Who goes to sleep at night?
My jealousy is tearing apart inside.
Inside me, the third world war
Love her. And I hate myself.

I try to forget. On paper, the words do not lie.
This is not the mistress of you - in my world it is impossible to break.
For me a brand new stamp, but ugly
"I fell in love." Point. "Medicine is powerless."
The doctor was not Dr. House. Divorced
Hands sent nafig and laughed in his face.
He does not know what to do? Or help me nothing?
Why a tablet of love not being treated.
According to the chemistry, the thing is certain hormones.
Will or not - a chance at a million.
The pituitary gland, thank you. I received your excellent gift
Cut it out of my incompetence.
Successfully opened. Pulse is there, but the graph curve.
Inorganic, but alive.
 - Patients go home.
To hell with all of it.

Chorus:
Very dark. All the lights went out.
So about three times, but the night does not have authority
Above me. Thoughts stronger weather
Though the heat, but I do not feel the summer of freedom.
What are her thoughts? Who goes to sleep at night?
My jealousy is tearing apart inside.
Inside me, the third world war
Love her. And I hate myself.

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