| More bells, maybe sleep will set me free tonight
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| Perhaps I will calmly close my eyes when the sun decides to hide
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| None of that so far, something has to be worked on
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| The temples are throbbing, and this is all the head has to do
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| Today I will die, lie down to calm my head
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| Another bell, a lethal weapon for me; |
| Danny Glover
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| OK, I know, nerves won't do anything, I know, but I'm pissed off all the time
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| This is how mistakes are made and need to be fixed
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| It's late, and I'm supposed to get up in the morning tomorrow
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| As with every day, it's not time to give up
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| It's a fun day, but it's a serious day today
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| Focused attention, concentration
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| And despite the stress, the city lights will also shine tomorrow
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| I feel stressed, you know how it is
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| Hide somewhere from anxiety
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| Which torments my head
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| Stress
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| To stress comes the longing and
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| And you deepen the pit, the door? |
| Closed
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| And only walls accompany wars with their own consciousness
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| You want to be alone, not with the world, with artificial pity
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| Without people, self-absorbed, to think about what will happen
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| I have so in Ramadan, two eight, two four mute heads
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| Calming down, fighting the inner enemy
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| To wake up tomorrow fully aware of yourself
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| Regeneration, peace, silence
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| At one point, only the breath is heard
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| Metaphysics
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| You do not believe? |
| I love to disappear like that
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| Run away without stress, be at peace
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| In this block from the first life of the year
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| When looking for a recipe for happiness, I have a friendly hand
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| Stress? |
| I put things in order without fear
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| Greetings, Eldoka from Warsaw
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| Listen, I don't have any medicines, play station, cinema
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| Whatever - I come back to the problem with every thought
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| There is only hip-hop - an aphrodisiac and a cure-all |