Where am I going?
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I do not know
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But do not ask me to be silent until the door opens for us
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I can not do this
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Only in this constant Cold War
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Although you say it's funny
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I wanted to be quiet, say nothing, sit in a corner
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I saw I can not
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I wanted to change the world with my song, one day
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But I can not
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Now if my heart leaves
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I sing to conquer every star
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Set from today why from tomorrow
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Escape From Today Escape From Tomorrow
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We go beyond the moon
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If the story is hot from us
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Saddam's heat Saddam's heat
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I shout for the snow to become water
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Water cleans the fear and it shakes the pot
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To see our value
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The value of life is your value
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The value of the moment that passes fast
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Yes, it passes and
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Smoke rises faster than a zigzag roll
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the moment
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A mirage is a lie
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It passes and you see that from the heart
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The period of your hand in a photo frame of that moment
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The moment passes and does not beat
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It passes and does not hill your heart
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Where am I going? |
I do not know
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But do not ask me to be silent until the door opens
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We can not do this
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Only in this constant Cold War
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Although you say it's funny
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Open the two flying wings
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Do not do today is tomorrow again
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It hurts again tomorrow
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Cry again, tears again
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Yes, the tears are clear
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But there is enough garbage around
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But it is enough to want a bad jackal
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You can consume opium charcoal
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Didi lost two flying wings
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No doubt there is a pebble in your shoes
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You want to run away, go to the clouds
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But hey, you're slipping on the edge of the abyss
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the moment
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A mirage is a lie
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It passes and you see that from the heart
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The period of your hand in a photo frame of that moment
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The moment passes and does not beat
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It passes and does not hill your heart
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I wanted to bring my world to the forefront of meat
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This is what I read
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If one day I see, my words are no longer words, boil with your heart
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I do not read anymore
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If the curtain falls on the stage
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I sing until the stage becomes our share
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the moment
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A mirage is a lie
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It passes and you see that from the heart
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The period of your hand in a photo frame of that moment
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The moment passes and does not beat
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It passes and does not hill your heart |