There's confusion in my head
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I am a man without a face
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Incredibly tired
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Constantly return to the start
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The body is torn by iron chains,
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The soul is cut by everyday life without a goal
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My city is desert steppes
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My companion is only a headwind
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I trusted many, and was betrayed more than once,
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But for myself, deceit was under a veto
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Living by the established covenants of heaven
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In a labyrinth from a crypt without light
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Around the cleanliness of skeletons in the dust,
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Lush gardens used to be here
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I see a mirage lived through,
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They drank living water to the drop
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When in the eyes there is nothing but hope,
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When I was betrayed by what I once believed in
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Choosing the path, go to the end
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Man Without a Face
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When everything seems foreign
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When you turned out to be of no use to anyone,
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Remember, everyone whose name is chanted in the hall
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There was a man without a face
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In any case, I will find the source,
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In any case, I will not refuse words,
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Either way, I'll keep my promise
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Or die for the truth
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Legs are pulled by a load to the ground, where
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Heavy piles of steel chains day
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but more valuable than those where they promised the desired tomorrow,
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And in the end we had breakfast
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My hope is pierced by a saber,
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And that was the last straw
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I don't fit the parameters
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Blow away the dust of their days, it's time for the winds to hell
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This desert was created by them
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Big names, empty words
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Will shut up those who reproached him,
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Man Without a Face
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When in the eyes there is nothing but hope,
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When I was betrayed by what I once believed in
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Choosing the path, go to the end
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Man Without a Face
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When everything seems foreign
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When you turned out to be of no use to anyone,
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Remember, everyone whose name the hall is chanting
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There was a man without a face
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In any case, I will find the source,
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In any case, I will not refuse words,
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Either way, I'll keep my promise
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Or die for the truth |