| When I look at the world i see,
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| I feel alone in a fantasy,
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| There´s a beautiful girl from a made up world but she won´t let me be free.
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| I´m gonna run from this monastery,
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| Head for the sun and sea,
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| I´m gonna whisper my tune to the sun and moon cause she won´t let me be free.
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| I guess that´s what the Gods say…
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| From this roof there´s a world I see
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| Drunken brawls and broken screams,
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| The fanatic may scheme yet the poet still dreams, why won´t they let me be free?
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| Rise my friend there´s no defeat,
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| No end or inbetween
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| I guess that´s what the gods say…
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| Unbottle my desires
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| Gonna touch the roof top spires
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| Give grace while I´m sacraficed, thank God I´m still alive
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| Gonna climb the mountain high,
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| Open breast to the lightning sky
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| If I section myself give away my wealth as I teeter on the brink from the
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| things I´ve felt:
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| I guess that´s what the gods say… |