Late flight, red sunset
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Your cases are like for rent
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Bright light, black square
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Like a masquerade, like a masquerade
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The whole world is a hit parade, hit parade
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All sleeping at random like a waterfall (uh, uh)
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Everyone pulled a lever to take a step
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Everyone wants to take a step, a step into the darkness
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I twisted into shit, into darkness
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white smoke popsicle milf
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I breathe out the window, because he doesn't care
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Skulls like in the movies
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They want dirt, but I won't remember them
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Chicks first class, but I won't remember them
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Hundreds of units, but I won't remember them
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I see flocks of birds, they fly over me
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They want dirt, but I won't remember them
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Chicks first class, but I won't remember them
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Hundreds of units, but I won't remember them
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I see flocks of birds, they fly over me
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I took a breath, I was tired on the third (e)
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You are worthy, go to the astral plane
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We believe, but lost ourselves
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Symbiosis somewhere between the mirrors
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Steeper than three (three) and for a bitch this trip
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Three oblique, before, she is one of those simple, golden
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Yes, she is one of the purchased, zero
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Who will sell himself for dust
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You want everyone to remember you (ya)
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In the cage of life, this is your nursery (uh, uh)
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You are silent, because you are wearing a muzzle (ice, ice)
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You are a mannequin and did not see the will
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They want dirt, but I won't remember them
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Chicks first class, but I won't remember them
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Hundreds of units, but I won't remember them
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I see flocks of birds, they fly over me
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They want dirt, but I won't remember them
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Chicks first class, but I won't remember them
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Hundreds of units, but I won't remember them
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I see flocks of birds, they fly over me
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