| And I keep walking in search of the truth
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| But the reality before me appears
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| Only an image remains
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| And I keep walking in search of the truth
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| But the reality before me appears
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| Only an image remains
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| I realize that the more time passes
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| The more I take the wind against
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| Like a bumper car
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| The world does not give discount
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| Even if sometimes I don't answer
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| The face is deeply attracted to the path I have already chosen
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| I move quickly towards the reality that surrounds me
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| But sometimes I want to be less tight
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| Inside there are one, none one hundred thousand but
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| Of course I don't change my face when I take over
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| I would write my thoughts until tomorrow but
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| I'm stuck like a serum
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| When hands can't make promises
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| And do the math well wondering whether to be or not to be
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| That is the question
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| I see the light of my day fading and the sun escapes to the horizon and me
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| who loves
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| But I can't stop and I am satisfied with the inspiring night of the only muse of the
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| music
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| And I keep walking in search of the truth
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| But the reality before me appears
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| Only an image remains
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| And I keep walking in search of the truth
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| But the reality before me appears
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| Only an image remains
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| I stop on the tracks of my steps and I wonder if it's okay
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| (Only a fixed image remains in my reality)
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| I pause on the tracks of my steps and wonder what is wrong
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| The distinction between black and white
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| Between right or wrong
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| Between right and left, aquatic or winged
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| Those who walk on the margins in the center of images
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| Who is marginalized who has a wound that has not healed
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| Because he was mentally raped and so far too deep down to the center of the earth
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| Open the mind like Moses with the waters
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| I feel the narrowest wall for those who were not born the shirt
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| But this good air for those who get asthma
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| Only the ghost of the fucking cataclysm liked it
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| It is a total schism between fiction and reality
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| If everything around seems absurd or is it pure truth
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| It's a secret worth keeping
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| What man has never been able to see yet
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| Yet if the way is rough and dirty
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| So I change my shoes and keep walking
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| And I keep walking in search of the truth
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| But the reality before me appears
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| Only an image remains
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| And I keep walking in search of the truth
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| But the reality before me appears
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| Only an image remains
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| And I keep walking in search of the truth
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| But the reality before me appears
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| Only an image remains
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| And I keep walking in search of the truth
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| But the reality before me appears
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| Only an image remains
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| (An image remains) |