| Is that what you think
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| over a new system a new surrealism
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| When I was all what does not exists
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| I declarated no ones arm from colors of the
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| solar spectrum
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| And the ocean I sprayed it,
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| sencionallistic it´s over
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| So once inside I would feel the crock …
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| But the mosquito trying to reach my bones,
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| I would feel cock nesting in my heart cramping my soul,
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| These are the ways of my days
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| I aint harsh crashing bones
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| You talk about the ways of the days,
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| well here you have it son,
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| and these are the ways of the days
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| My wind now in the surface is cold;
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| my country is now flying jezebels
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| My dessert afternoons bring hide and seek laughter
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| This whole world comes past you and becomes obvious
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| I’m the King of love yeah my world is closer to the… oblivion You see my life
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| is no longer melodious
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| I’m a drunken man but I have some pride
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| I’m a symbol of sympathy im a symbol of destructive…
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| I’m what you stepped on in the middle of the night
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| That’s right im the King of love Today the suns ride the drunken clouds,
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| and all the side-feathered creatures disappear oh yeah…
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| It slow when it burns ladies and gentlemen
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| and it hurts deep down
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| I’m going to tell you about the sordid images of death that run faster tan any
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| thought
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| The sordid images of death you moan on the road of…
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| How long have you captured time space
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| and its divine scape from discovery
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| But I ask you once again must I die of mother’s crime
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| Live in a society where zombies side
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| Why must pain and silence illogically intensify
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| Am I dealing with false devout
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| The end is coming
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