| This life is a river running through cold veins
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| No calm gasp at all, we’re always panting for air
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| The irrepealable decision to live and to die young
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| We said: «Destroy! |
| All we love we leave behind…»
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| Our awful derated state feels like a deathless march of distress
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| Scraping through this tales was a hazard, so let’s taste the void
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| I saw it all, from heartbreaking delight to crippling pain
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| That’s why we left it all behind, you, me and the violence
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| At least you won’t dry this river and home’s just a place for the heartless
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| No dear friends at all, just strangers with faded but versant faces
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| The future’s so scary, but you can’t just run back to the past because it’s
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| familiar!
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| Yes, it’s tempting… …but it’s a mistake!
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| Where have you been?
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| These long roads apart seem like a promising shelter
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| A home away from «home», with a beautiful fierce and a fabulous strut
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| Sequel we go on declaring war on nostalgia, hours of remembrance
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| We burn all the nice pictures and do the ashes like coke!
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| All the footsteps we’ve ever left, and the one’s that will follow
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| Are set for just one reason, someday you’ll understand
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| We take step by step just not to stall, but when it’s over
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| Steal me away and deliver my bones to the sea! |