I'm sorry, I went over again and trudge quietly drunk
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Where the sun shines too bright for me
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But I can't see beyond the retina
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What is fogged up forever, from the fumes
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Born to fight for the right to breathe, never feel pain
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If the muse is alive, then I'm like a samurai, if she died, then apparently ronin
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Only enriched plutonium
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The moth that ran along the line of life
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Forever flies from the palm of your hand
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I'll soon lose my voice and go deaf
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I don't feel sorry for myself like them
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I was vomited by the world on the cold asphalt and I have to raise my fists
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Behind me warm time
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All life is like a dream
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People seem to be immortal
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I'm blind-deaf-mute,
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But my heart is a hundred times heavier than your dressed-up daddy's wallet
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Bitch don't yap
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Thousands of mouths told me that I was useless and weak,
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But I believe so truly in myself
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'Cause I never burn
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Kill me, but I don't look back
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After all, the dawn is not far off
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I'm sorry, I went over again and trudge quietly drunk, to where the sun shines for me too
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It's bright, but I can't see a thing beyond the retina of my eye, which is forever fogged up from the fumes.
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I'm sorry, I went over again and trudge quietly drunk, to where the sun shines for me too
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It's bright, but I can't see a thing beyond the retina of my eye, which is forever fogged up from the fumes.
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I'm sorry you won't see my trail
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After all, I'm like a ninja, just disappeared
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Living half in a dream
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While sneaking home at night, hey, the map lay crooked,
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But it's too early to laugh stupid motherfucker
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I will move all your poles
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Where the sun shines for us
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This is the stone age
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We are on flat earth
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All as one we vegetate at the bottom
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While you quietly stare at what I'm wearing
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I'm not ashamed to seem weaker than I am
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Everyone on their own
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Turn off the lights and I'll be the first to start blazing at the stake
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It's so hard for me to believe in people here
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See the glare of lights in the eyes of savages
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I'm sorry, I went over again and trudge quietly drunk, to where the sun shines for me too
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It's bright, but I can't see a thing beyond the retina of my eye, which is forever fogged up from the fumes.
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I'm sorry, I went over again and trudge quietly drunk, to where the sun shines for me too
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It's bright, but I can't see a thing beyond the retina of my eye, which is forever fogged up from the fumes.
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I'm sorry, I went over again and trudge quietly drunk, to where the sun shines for me too
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It's bright, but I can't see a thing beyond the retina of my eye, which is forever fogged up from the fumes. |