Somewhere a hundred miles from the world
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Severely punished, you roam nobody's.
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Night, what to take from it, no sleep, no answer,
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And the evil eye of the moon is waiting for everything hot.
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Chorus:
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I will enter your matte world,
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I will give you a new name,
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The dusty rubbish of those old apartments
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I'll change to flowers, well, where are you?
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In the morning they will appear mortally
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Old songs and a new hero.
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Who will remember you, one absolutely,
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A world without the sun, even crack
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In a pocket with a hole.
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Chorus.
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The one who is with us now
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Let me hear your voice again
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The one who is with us now
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Let me hear your voice again
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There is no prosperity, and there will not be until
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Someone is looking at the light through the slot of the lock.
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Someone cuts the tails of well-fed cats,
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Where are you, your place is not there.
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Chorus.
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I will enter your matte world,
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I will give you a new name,
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The dusty rubbish of those old apartments
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I'll blow up like bridges, well, where are you?
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I will enter your matte world,
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I will give you a new name,
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The dusty rubbish of those old apartments
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I'll blow up like bridges, well, where are you? |