Yeah
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It's the last one
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And it is no more
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And it goes like this
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This is not a lonely song, this is a cold burned morning
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The flood rises in my room when the storm escapes from the veins
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Hold your breath in the creations of the swamp, the desert will flee instead
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Dropped rays of light in front, scattered on the floor I just stare
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Life escapes from fluorescent tubes
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And when you chase me to the last crevasse, you'll find me near the sun
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The echoes cut the street, the longing inside closes the mouth
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Pull it back before the face is stuck
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Out of order, my voice is under pressure
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I accidentally grew a black hole when I was searching for space
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Kantanu brings cold feelings with you from the beginning
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Easy to sew the soul kii, walk to the end eyes kii
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I'm not that stupid ore forest anymore
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With your back to the world and the rays of light following
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He keeps a hidden glass tomb with an angel in a backpack
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I leave ready just because the world doesn't come astern
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This pressure escapes from the room, from the fingers of the dead
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The electricity descends until the windows shatter on the bends
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Hold your breath again, mountain in my headphones
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Admiring the scent of truth in the words of the man on the street |
Out
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The poison falls out
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No more, no more
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No more, no one
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Out
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Disappear the black out
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No home, no one
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No more, nothing
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Out
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The poison falls out
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No more, no more
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No more, no one
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Out
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Disappear the black out
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No home, no one
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No more, nothing
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What the hell is going on?
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Cool you're in a different mood
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When I look back, the city grows upside down
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The nightstand hangs, and the eternal snooze calls
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Once again late, but kaamos went to the night village
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And told me to send my regards, I hope you get better
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Distortion is gone, a friend gives away the discs
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Whisper after me, I knew you wouldn't wake up
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No more forest, no more
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Can't take, no colors from the dark
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But all together
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A spark from both sides, steps down from the bed
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Raising to the ceiling, looking forward to tomorrow
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No patina, copper strip in beautiful condition
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The four-stringer on, and the ghetto styles are recording
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No rebellion, so those corners calm down
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Contours run away, insomnia is far away
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No idling, impersonating a human
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I let go, and I'm still alive
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Thanks, out
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Out |
The poison falls out
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No more, no more
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No more, no one
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Out
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Disappear the black out
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No home, no one
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No more, nothing
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Out
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The poison falls out
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No more, no more
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No more, no one
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Out
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Disappear the black out
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No home, no one
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No more, nothing
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Out
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Out
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Out
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Out |