| I tend to long to live another life
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| Just the thought of the taste of other lips than yours
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| I should go to feast with a snake-like appetite
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| ‘cause nothing is for anything anymore anyway
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| I tend to long to live another life
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| Even though I know it’s silver for the crow
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| Fairness only, only for the strongest of us
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| Nothing is for anything anymore anyway
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| It is dark outside, it’s dark in me
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| I got oil floating around my feet
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| It may look like gold, may look like ours
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| But I don’t care I don’t mind
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| I’m fine in someone else’s life
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| It is dark outside, it’s dark in me
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| Even though I got oil to my knees
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| Even though this is silver for crow
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| I don’t care, I don’t mind anymore
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| I tend to long to live another life
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| You tend to learn to live with your memory
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| You brought branches high up to the canopy
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| I realize that nothing was for something anyway |