| We are in the fence too
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| You are my fence
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| I'm in the fence
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| Wants to let go
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| Behind the tight mask
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| I am also a spectator
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| Justice died
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| (Honesty is dead, honor is dead, contentment is dead, wisdom is dead, generosity is dead, decency is dead)
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| The comrade died
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| (Judgment won, jealousy won, foolishness won, storytelling won, obscenity won, crime won)
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| Who? |
| Who is your origin?
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| Who? |
| Who is your origin?
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| Oh, originality and I lost under the shells of this city
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| Algebra, bluff and forgery
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| Pure lies, eavesdropping and doubt
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| Madness and war, the maturity of ignorance before my eyes
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| Pride on the verge of death
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| Tumor pain more squamous
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| I have about a hundred occurrences
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| I do not know which one
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| This high cloud and fog, anxious, crush you
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| Disgusted with the house, like a snake with a mint
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| Following the aperture, behind a tense head
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| Abstained, fate uncertain
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| It passed like lightning and wind, that's my story
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| In the yard of our house, even my sky fell
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| From that side came the future from that Kia
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| We sat down to sew and dose Pargia
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| True sincerity Josh and gave to impurity
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| The depth of my existence is darkness like a black cave
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| However, I have a lot to do with this world
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| The departure is coming from the opposite view
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| Maps Abtern, my journey
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| Biography of my departure, from the point of view of my office
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| I'm going to kill this crack
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| I was humiliated in the eye, I was scratched in the eye
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| Leaves and stems human but dead roots
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| That Josh and data on the temperament and character of the wolf in the woods
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| The tongue becomes rabid in the form of a snake bite
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| We break and dance on the shards of glass
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| I got imperceptibly bad so I went normal
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| I did not even care about the fire of hell
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| I dig new wells for my own holes
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| I spend a lot of time in my own prison
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| Powerful in the frame, exploding in the mask
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| Alleys in sleep, our migration to another land
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| Is this a house?
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| do not talk
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| I know I'm reading a new book
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| Who? |
| Who is your origin?
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| Who? |
| Who is your origin?
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| It took my originality and memory
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| To put an end to my beliefs, oh
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| Beam triangle home, buddy and school
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| He did magic, he said, "to the caravan of brushes."
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| The corpse that was walking broke an interior
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| I feel like a spell now, oh
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| History says do not seek justice
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| Count from eternity to eternity
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| Lawless legislator, we support the law
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| But the story changes when it is empty
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| When you doubt yourself, it means fear
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| Conditions that make you no longer an elite
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| This is the place of taste, money, work and basic job
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| We sat down to watch the virtual bare feet
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| You read the multiplication table for exam night
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| Tomorrow you will pray for the first night of the grave
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| You sing a bulk song for the night of the concert
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| Everything for homework, not from the bottom of the heart
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| Before the connection of the deck before, the talent of the dam
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| Before trusting doubt, before respecting check and understand
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| We are ashamed before the harvest
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| Wrong education colonized society
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| Summary of our experience and we return with poetry
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| It does not matter what image my song wants
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| None of the movies could describe our poetry
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| In our moments, all the scenes are real
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| It was expensive for me, my dream friend
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| To the question of staying or leaving? |
| A flower or nonsense
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| Here I am like a big shark in an aquarium
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| And there is a small fish in the depths of the ocean
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| What a tasteless path that had no secrets or riddles
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| Waiting with effort means hope
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| But he called this word the community of waiting
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| Here the word hope stinks
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| Who is your origin? |