| Maybe I can see in time
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| That my world became too small
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| And I’m not content at all
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| Maybe I spent too less time
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| With the things which I’d know best
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| If I came to take a rest
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| I’m bringing the news
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| Have nothing to loose
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| I know that everything is going to be gone by
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| I’m waving good-bye
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| Sense that after my inimitable fall
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| (I) own nothing at all
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| Maybe I feel
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| It’s getting really unreal
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| I would remain
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| In a very bad way
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| Maybe I feel
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| It’s getting really unreal now
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| And I can change it now
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| Ignoring your disguise
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| Maybe I am not aware
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| That we travel through a tale
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| Of an unknown, bigger scale
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| Standing here prepared to dare
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| To announce the final round
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| Leave the place where I am bound
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| I’m bringing the news
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| Have nothing to loose
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| I know that everything is going to be gone by
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| I’m waving good-bye
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| Sense that after my inimitatable fall
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| (I) own nothing at all
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| Maybe I feel
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| It’s getting really unreal
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| I would remain
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| In a very bad way
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| Maybe I feel
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| It’s getting really unreal now
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| And I can change it now
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| Ignoring your disguise |