In this universe there is not enough love for everyone
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Billions of people and prayers
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Bare hearts and heads
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Time of cynicism - fights without rules are in fashion,
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And we fight, we stand for our own,
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It's a pity there are almost none of them!
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The audience is assembled, palms nailed to the cross -
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Death swallows the lure
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Gradually swallows the lure!
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Hair turns white quickly, and children grow up -
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Death swallows the lure -
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Gradually swallows the lure!
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In this universe there is not enough love for everyone -
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Lonely wicks burn
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Excited only by alcohol.
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Strange thing, but, apparently, we are out of hand
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Sometimes write two lines
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Before going to battle.
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We are in the arena, palms are nailed to the cross -
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Death swallows the lure
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Gradually swallows the lure!
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Hair turns white quickly, and children grow up -
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Death swallows the lure
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Gradually swallows the lure!
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And are we...
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And white-hot
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In the ring of the apartment and the shackled semi-darkness
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Two corners.
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In this universe there is not enough love for everyone -
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Billions of people and prayers
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Bare hearts and heads.
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Everything will sink into the tape and someone will update it
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But as long as there is oxygen in the blood,
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I ask you to stay with me.
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It will happen, I, too, will fall asleep sometime -
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Death swallows the lure
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Gradually swallows the lure!
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Hair turns white quickly, and children grow up -
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Death swallows the lure
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Gradually swallows the lure!
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Death swallows the lure |