Have you done a lot, have the walls collapsed? |
I don't know
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There, under the locks, we believed that everything would be fine,
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But the smell of pain hits the nerves like guitar strings
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Fallen dead, I'll be here with you, I'm not busy
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Have you done a lot, have the walls collapsed? |
I don't know
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There, under the locks, we believed that everything would be fine,
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But the smell of pain hits the nerves like guitar strings
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Fallen dead, I'll be here with you, I'm not busy
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A cold dusk moves against my beliefs
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The heart is a big detonator
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And there was only a minute left
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The flora of your prejudices and emotions will not wither
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Fallen dead, I'll be here with you, I'm not busy
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Stop but...
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How to understand this, I don't know why I'm so broken
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Stop but
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Why I chose a path that is not like a pyramid
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I'm a bad example of how to live
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Pick a lie and I'll get used to leaving
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In the labyrinth of words, that thread has long been lost
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Around the ruins, poisonous flavor
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And I don't have to give a reason why I'm so closed
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It's all your efforts: suspicion and shame
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You see this deserted look - guess what's inside
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I will go into the arms of the dead, I will go into the arms...
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Myths out
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And thoughts for dinner
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My demon is awakened
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I don't need anyone
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Your voice is not important
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My voice is planted
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You are very beautiful,
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But large-circulation
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Killed everything he got
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bloody landscape
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All life without editing -
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They won't show anymore
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Such a loss
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I'm getting excited
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But fall on a rake
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I want to go further
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The past cannot be returned, you are left to yourself
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My little world has long been corrupted, turned black from events
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I don't sleep for the second day, infinity is not the limit
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You will understand, but only over the years, that you have not grown old at all
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And have they done much, have the walls collapsed? |
I don't know
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There, under the locks, we believed that everything would be fine,
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But the smell of pain hits the nerves like guitar strings
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Fallen dead, I'll be here with you, I'm not busy
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A cold dusk moves against my beliefs
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The heart is a big detonator
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And there was only a minute left
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The flora of your prejudices and emotions will not wither
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Fallen dead, I'll be here with you, I'm not busy
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I sleep on the ceiling, the moans of the fairies will not seduce me
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Ink in milk, patches hang on my soul
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You're in the crowd again, pass on my message
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I won't mind, but I just want to say a word to her
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"Enough…"
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I won't run after you
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I'm guaranteed to be just myself
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Rats cry because they want to be free
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World paranoia is growing, hey
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Who is happy with everything? |
- rotting at rest
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Long underground
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But now our fight is not available to him either
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So let's plow and get yours
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Have you done a lot, have the walls collapsed? |
I don't know
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There, under the locks, we believed that everything would be fine,
|
But the smell of pain hits the nerves like guitar strings
|
Fallen dead, I'll be here with you, I'm not busy
|
A cold dusk moves against my beliefs
|
The heart is a big detonator
|
And there was only a minute left
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The flora of your prejudices and emotions will not wither
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With a demon for a couple and I'll be with you here, I'm busy with you |