Self-Made - Fog | Текст песни

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I'm gazing to the window -
There are fog
And I can't even talk
And I can't even say about the things that lying
On my restless soul -
It's not a joke.
The things I've ever dreamed
They so far, and it seemed
That usual running - is just not the way,
Which can grow up our seed.

I'm just waiting
Waiting for something real
Fog is hazing
So I can't see if I feel
Sitting here with my coffee,
Burning up my cigarette.
Thinking about you, oh my dear, but in
Smoke I just can't know our happy future yet.

I'm gazing to the window -
There are snow.
It falls above that all,
It covers us with prickly warm, It's not a storm -
It's just the way things happens,
We didn't know.
I wanna to beleive,
This life that we are live,
When we just keep each others in our hearts -
Is what fate gonna give.

I'm just waiting
Waiting for something real
Fog is hazing
So I can't see if I feel
Sitting here with my coffee,
Burning up my cigarette.
Thinking about you, oh my dear, but in
Smoke I just can't know our happy future
In smoke I just can't know our happy future

In smoke I can't know fucking anything!
Anything!

I'm fucking tired of waiting
Damn fog still hazing
Sitting like vanilla bitch with my coffee,
Burning up my thousand cigarette.
Thinking about you, oh my dear, but in
Smoke I just can't know our happy future yet.
In smoke I just can't know our happy future

Can't know our fucking happy future
Yet...
Just yet...
Thanks god, only yet...

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