| I’m like a like a modern monk
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| I’m always running from love
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| Towards something ill defined
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| I took a jump
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| And they layed me on a stretcher
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| Over the modern city
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| Where I´m in pain and I’m alien in my skin
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| I can see the vermillion colours over Ostbanhoff station
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| Stretching out a familiar sigh history my friend
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| I’m like a modern monk
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| Captive in my own bodies cells
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| How can I repeat what I´ve seen?
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| I’m in a dream
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| But it feels like its a nightmare
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| Trying to face the future
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| I’m a man it feel like I´m a child
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| I can’t walk these streets now
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| Without feeling I´m scurrying like a mouse
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| Over & over the feeling grows
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| Till i get home my friend
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| History may rise and history may fall
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| Silent are the wars locked with the skull
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| Divided to the core, conflicted in the self
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| Trying to arrange the cards with which we´re dealt
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| Interlock horn and hold the demons gaze
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| If the factions grow try not to turn away my friend
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| We’re all just modern monks
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| Reckless & back to front
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| Through the prism of this life I fall
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| In nothingness
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| I find that I feel blessed
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| Trying still to make sense
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| False dialogues
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| Intersect the hush
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| Autumn shades look regal yet the
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| Colors of man so fleeting
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| Joyfully I accept the whole world into my arms
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| Cause after all,
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| We’re all just modern monks
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| And after all
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| I’m just a modern monk |