| You are haunted by the tremor of your light
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| Walking circles, crossing lines
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| And if the stirring of your soul, of this fury
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| Jumping hurdles, just to abide
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| You are turning sorrow with opinions and opinions
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| Nobody can hear you
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| Nobody can hear you
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| This is psychosis
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| This is psychosis
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| This is the jigsaw blown apart
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| You are the ghost of Utopia
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| You’re the concrete stunt, the divided heart
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| You are the ghost of Utopia
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| You’re the miracle of America
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| Every time you learn you don’t regret
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| All your hurting, all your debts
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| Cause the whip and kiss won’t help you to forget
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| The emergency of your secrets and your trash
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| You are turning sorrow with opinions and opinions
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| Nobody can hear you
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| Nobody can hear you
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| This is psychosis
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| This is psychosis
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| This is the jigsaw blown apart
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| You are the ghost of Utopia
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| You’re the concrete start, the divided heart
|
| You are the ghost of Utopia
|
| You’re the miracle of America
|
| You are turning sorrow with opinions and opinions
|
| Nobody can hear you
|
| Nobody can hear you
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| This is psychosis
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| This is psychosis
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| This is psychosis
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| This is psychosis
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| This is psychosis
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| This is psychosis |