Light sparkles with smoke over the asphalt
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The risk is justified in this drunken somersault
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My days are going somewhere
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White snow puts things in order, so
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Light sparkles with smoke over the asphalt
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The risk is justified in this my karma
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Black smoke follows smoothly
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Black smoke will hide the whole truth, really
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Every new day
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It's like shots to the sky
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Where I once left
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Sincerity cast
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Where there is someone's victory
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Envy followed
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And like that cold morning
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Became frosty with snow
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Longing for freedom
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Everyone plays with the law
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Birds circle day and night over Babylon
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Having played enough
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With the dreams of those who watched
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On them through the net
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Prisoner of the city for sure
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Crossed over with this
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Everyone needs a desperate plan
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Fly higher into the trash
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To take the decisive match
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One win is my life
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And will not arrange revenge
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Believe in yourself and slip away
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While the guard dozed off
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And everything will work out
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You just have to try
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Play suit without hiding
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On the quarter under the armor
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And the storm will go away like snow is melting on your fingers
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And someone's daughter is in front of you
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Spread not in vain
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Light sparkles with smoke over the asphalt
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The risk is justified in this drunken somersault
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My days are going somewhere
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White snow puts things in order, so
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Light sparkles with smoke over the asphalt
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The risk is justified in this my karma
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Black smoke follows smoothly
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Black smoke will hide the whole truth, really
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Everyone builds cells for himself
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Forgetting about how to jump from a branch into the sky
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And about what he wanted and what he wrote about
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As if his time is counting on the scales
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We are closed in ourselves as in sarcophagi
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We fly capsules down, not noticing the signs
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Sealed with fear, daydreaming
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Going deeper into the backwater blinded by the herd
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Composing bravado that everything is going right
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Mind clouded from opiates like it's locked up
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Wounding feelings of perception, knocked down pointers
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Doomed treasure hunters
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We project love through the haze
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We believe, as in reality, in this prism
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And every day we take on a new challenge
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Turning your victories into a principle
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Light sparkles with smoke over the asphalt
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The risk is justified in this drunken somersault
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My days are going somewhere
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White snow puts things in order, so
|
Light sparkles with smoke over the asphalt
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The risk is justified in this my karma
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Black smoke follows smoothly
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Black smoke will hide the whole truth, really
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Fly every day with us
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Fly every day with us
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Light sparkles with smoke over the asphalt
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The risk is justified in this drunken somersault
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My days are going somewhere
|
White snow puts things in order, so
|
Light sparkles with smoke over the asphalt
|
The risk is justified in this my karma
|
Black smoke follows smoothly
|
Black smoke will hide the whole truth, really
|
Light sparkles with smoke over the asphalt
|
The risk is justified in this drunken somersault
|
My days are going somewhere
|
White snow puts things in order, so
|
Light sparkles with smoke over the asphalt
|
The risk is justified in this my karma
|
Black smoke follows smoothly
|
Black smoke will hide the whole truth, really |