All the same day, all the same night
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All the same women, those who are not averse.
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All the same dream, all the same reality,
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All the same faces, all the same friends.
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All the same falsity of all the same words;
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All the same children spit on their fathers,
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All the same path, all the same captivity,
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All the same people who are waiting for change.
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All the same old words
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All the same old dreams.
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Still the head swells,
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All the same you choose
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All the same arguments about nothing,
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All the same starts behind
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All the same: how much and how much.
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All the same plans ahead
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The go-ahead is given, the path is open,
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And you go without thinking.
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The road runs under your feet
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And you're still waiting while you live
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Maybe someday
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There's a better way
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And time is not a problem
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Well, as long as you're alive -
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lies in front of you
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Road to nowhere.
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Another reality. |
another night.
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Other women, those who are not averse,
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Other days, other dreams
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Other people are full of excitement.
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Another deceit, another filth,
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Others spend all their strength not in vain,
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Another fake, another lie
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Others try their knife with their finger.
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Other thoughts and dreams.
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Another headache.
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You choose the other.
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Other people are eager to fight.
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Other disputes about nothing
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Other starts behind
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Another how much and how much,
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Other plans ahead.
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The go-ahead is given, the path is open,
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And you go without thinking.
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The road runs under your feet
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And you keep waiting while you live.
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Maybe someday
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There's a better way
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And time is not a problem
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Well, as long as you're alive -
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lies in front of you
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Road to nowhere.
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No more evil, no more dreams
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No more women, no more basics
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No more places, no more lies
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There are no more knife throwers.
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No more words, no more days
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No more light, no more shadows
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No more games, no more rights
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No more of those. |
who wishes well.
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No more thinking faces
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No more headaches.
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No more colorful capitals
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No more poppy fields.
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No more arguing about anything
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No more plans ahead
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No more: how much and how much,
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No more starts behind.
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The go-ahead is given, the path is open,
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And you go without thinking.
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The road runs under your feet
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And you're still waiting while you live,
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Maybe someday
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There will be a better way.
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And time is not a problem.
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Well. |
while you are alive
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lies in front of you
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Road to nowhere.
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Road to nowhere* |