| There are those who go to work, those who think about decorum
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| There are those who go to work, those who think about decorum
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| There are those who go to work, those who think about decorum
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| There are those who go to work, those who think about decorum
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| Do not be deceived, we are alone, my friend
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| Much more alone than you can even remotely imagine
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| From today I am not deluding myself and I will never do it again
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| From today I am not deluding myself and I will never do it again
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| There are those who go to work, those who think about decorum
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| There are those who go to work, those who think about decorum
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| I looked for a family inside the heart of the world
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| An ancient attitude that was my sister
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| And now I pay with contempt for myself and the world
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| As I write this, a sparrow alights on the balcony
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| All intent on pecking a few crumbs of bread
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| And this simple scene moves me a little
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| It gives me birth within a new illusion
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| I still want to be moved and always delude myself
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| I still want to be moved and always delude myself
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| Without the illusions we are less good
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| Without the illusions we are less good
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| Without the illusions we are less good
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| Without the illusions we are less good
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| Without the illusions we are less good
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| Without the illusions we are less good
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| Without the illusions, without disappointments
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| Without the illusions, without disappointments |