| He dreamed of cities made of roses.
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| Sidewalks that lead us going nowhere.
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| Oh wait!
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| A minutes just too late, I started thinking to myself a mindful contemplate
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| Back to the party, extravagant soiree, a shindig I really wish I should part
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| ways with.
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| I always catch myself buying what’s upon the shelf suspend your essence and
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| convert, become, emerge oneself.
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| It’s not for me… What were posed to be… Why can’t you see, a rebel life for me?
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| Just like the Vikings who ransacked the Baltic Sea, that feeling of oneness is
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| parliament to me… I won’t stop until myself becomes undone, I parade a flag
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| blacker than the sun…
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| Blacker than the sun
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| How many dreams are you afraid of turning off?
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| How many nightmares will you inspire before you die?
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| Oh wait!
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| A minutes just too late, I started thinking to myself a mindful contemplate.
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| Back to the party, extravagant soiree, a shindig I really wish I should part
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| ways with.
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| I always catch myself buying what’s upon the shelf suspend your essence and
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| convert, become, emerge oneself.
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| It’s not for me… What were posed to be… Why can’t you see, a rebel life for me…
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| A rebel life for me
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| He dreamed of cities made of roses.
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| Sidewalks that lead us going nowhere…
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| He dreamed of cities made of…
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| Cities of red, red, roses |