| 1. A song for those
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| Who have wasted all
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| The love for life and inner beauty
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| The medley of the
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| Archived values
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| To ease for a second
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| The weight of torrid world
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| Spread your wings, do not look back
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| Poetic justice
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| Denied and feared
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| Gladly coped
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| With crocodile’s tears
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| Like witches burned
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| The humble and the poor
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| Lunacy and heresy
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| Burned by the mob at dawn
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| Now break your shackles and fly
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| Gift of life turned into
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| Battered routine
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| Cry in the crowd
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| The fragments of solace
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| Blown by the wind
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| Like ash of the urn dies
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| Burn-out race
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| «Behold from above and below
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| The anguish on a path called life
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| Tiny figures strive to survive
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| Oppressed by suicidal pride.»
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| IN THE END THE WAY TO REDEMPTION
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| WAS JUST A DAYDREAM — NAIVE MIRAGE
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| AND FOR THE BLIND A TRAIL OF RAZORS
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| WHERE EVERY STEP BRINGS PAIN AND ANGER
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| Could I please have emotions?
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| Could we please have needs once more?
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| If we just open our hearts
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| Maybe there’s hope for us again
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| I ask you to join me in this dance
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| In the alley of shattered dreams
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| We’re not alone in this cold place
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| Where blessed are the insane
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| We build our sanctuaries
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| Se deep within our hearts
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| A song for those
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| Who gave up the hope
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| It’s not unheard of
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| To be doubtful and ashamed
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| Now take my hand
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| Look me in the eyes
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| We are safe now
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| If we just stay together
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| Now sing it, sing like a star! |