| 3 steps to join the ride
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| We’re running out of time
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| 3 steps to ignore the real life
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| And start bidding paper lines
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| The strength, the rage, the agony I cause
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| The witness to be banned
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| We are all condemned to collapse
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| Try to face the fact
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| We’re hiding ourselves between the lines
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| We’re picking up the rhymes
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| An emergency call is ringing
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| In the cold dark city night
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| I’m not the one who whispers
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| I’m just the on who tries
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| To give ideas with the smile
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| I’ll find my way to stardom
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| I’ll find my way to pride
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| Freedom is left behind
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| Now let’s just go forward
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| No matter who draws the signs
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| No matter who gives the marks
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| Please call me target
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| I promise I’ll call you Flash
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| Wonder if you’ve had feeling
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| When your spirit seems to drown
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| Erasing all the dreams you kept in mind, you know
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| That dealing with the crass leads to loss
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| And all you wanna do is die, sink, bury all you’ve done
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| Trying hard to find the good tool that’s fitting
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| With the ground, with the cross |