Go Arsenal! |
Antennas catch you, in the range of this world, this is telekinesis,
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The stadiums will sing and dance the dance almost out of breath
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Love does not die, to the strained - goodbye,
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But even my neighborhood is unlikely to smoke paradise, it is unlikely to be able to smoke prime time,
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Drawing in the smell of the screen, I see tornadoes, I hear what the abyss dictates to us,
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Blue velvet, tell me who I am, and how to calm the hopes of becoming the same,
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Where I am loved, where I love, where I will not be, a shadow, a bright day,
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Kapron flame, I know you want to incinerate a torn underline.
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There is no bottom, in the warmth of the hands. |
Are we the same, losing that shadow?
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There is no bottom, in the warmth of the hands. |
Are we the same, losing that shadow?
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Chorus:
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The scarlet sunset will take away the day, a little gray, much different, but it's your voice in me,
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The voice of my people does not let go of the ashes,
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The scarlet sunset will take away the day, a little gray, much different, but it's your voice in me,
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The voice of my people does not let go of the ashes.
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How much water, unnecessary words, how much hatred in everyone hides a deadbolt,
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I will be black as the sand of the "quiet", rejuvenate him, or tell me
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Down under the palms, I follow you, I follow you, but,
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Torn to shreds, in the reflection of a puddle, who, after all, will receive more for the soul?
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Where does the snow come from in the summer, why does the sky pour ashes, who are these people in my office?
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Leave without loving, without seeing further the way, sell everything and run,
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Native eyes, in flight over the rocks, possessed by freedom, like air,
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How little it takes to become a bird, and how much for the earth to love like a son.
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Chorus:
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The scarlet sunset will take away the day, a little gray, much different, but it's your voice in me,
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The voice of my people does not let go of the ashes,
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The scarlet sunset will take away the day, a little gray, much different, but it's your voice in me,
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The voice of my people does not let go of the ashes. |