Story

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According to the stories of my friends
I'm like a caged animal
I bite, growl and toss
And I'm going to get out
According to the stories of my friends
I'm not like a key for all doors
Spinning, closing, breaking
And between the boards I rust and repent
According to the stories of my friends
I'm alive, but the others are dead.
I get up, I speak, I decide
And at the same time I do not change at all
According to the stories of my friends
From fun to boring
I'm silent, I'm leaving, I'm wandering
And I'm moving away from everyone in space
According to the stories of my friends
I am a prickly burr
Tearing up, clinging to every case
Even though I was unlucky in my life
I was running around in dog hair
Falling into the dust, time from six
It stuck to the sole of someone else 's shoe
That she nailed her native to the ground
He collected stones and moss in himself
Is it really bad, my friends?
I tried, I did what I could.
He clung to the stack with renewed vigor
He resisted the wind with renewed vigor
Everyone is trying to find their own felt