| In transit you pass among the strangers of the world
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| Paying tribute to the thief who stole away your shadow
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| You look into the bedrock and listen to the bells
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| Calling liquid lust
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| Call for solid white
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| I see the stalker in your face
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| The secrets of your skin
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| I keep the wisdom that you need
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| The password that you want
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| I feel the stalker in your mind
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| The fire in your veins
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| No hope to be released
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| I’m a multitude of travel to the other side
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| Through the broken wall I saw your fellow man
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| To the west of the horizon there’s a bitter world
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| And if you try to sense the smell of your face
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| For you found the keyhole
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| But you lost your backbone
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| No courage left to join the march of endless time
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| You saw the sleep of habit on those who walk in trance
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| To their catatonic aimless lives
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| So let them start the engine grinding mountain dust
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| And reproduce your ego too much is not enough
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| You dig holes through the earth to meet the king of worms
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| To steal away his wisdom and learn to decompose
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| You chant like fifty indians to charm the prince of eagles
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| To learn the art of seeing and the tounge of the winds
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| So don’t you try to fool me for I watch your every move
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| We are kindred spirits like two voices in the wild |