We all want to be extraordinary
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But what do you do in the evenings?
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You scream for no reason, uh
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Something is wrong again
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Things have been great lately, huh?
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Unstable psyche
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Unfounded criticism
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So you want your parents to be proud
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But the eyes capture the moments of a boring inhabitant
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Every home! |
I have seen many such examples.
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Gray linen has nothing to do with it, I know the truth
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Dead eyes look at me through the patles
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There is no fire in them, but everything will be thrown on the cards again
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We take chances from those who deserve them
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Later, pissing everything, we leave to spoil the new
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We keep our eyes on those who make the weather for us
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Behind them stretches a trail of bones, we burst
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No more at home: the children left the rooms
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We keep our sky, even though we stand on half-bent
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All my problems are traces of stab marks on my chest
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All my victories are far away on dusty shelves
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New hope is slipping through my fingers
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New attempts will lead nowhere
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In response, one rattle, the mechanism resists
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We are already used to, we continue our work
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Entering the state of groggy
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From it — into a state of chaos!
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I'm afraid that my way here is short
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And I accelerate to a hundred at a time
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Those who break through with a fight
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Trophies will eventually decorate
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All my life picking up the pieces
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Dreams at the end let's play solitaire
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Heard this bark? |
It's about you and your loved ones
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Someone is watching from above and having fun
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When you are in something right, when nothing can change your decisions
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Do you want to be the first? |
Gotta know the price
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A genius will not wake up in a happy mind
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As we weave through the vines of doubt
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All the animals, sensing the smell of blood, come out of the shadows,
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But in the air, iron does not frighten
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We will melt it into rings
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We will take our rewards ourselves, pave the way home and spin a new sun
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It will shine over us with a sincere stream of true light.
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We will change everything, leaving all our vices unanswered
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And no matter how they try to confuse us
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We will untie these loops and cut this knot
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My smile will not be erased, and I will be more confident to do everything better
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New hopes like stitch patches
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New attempts will be rewarded at the top
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We muffle that rattle and go as we went
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We are already used to, we continue our work
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Entering the state of groggy
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From it — into a state of chaos!
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I'm afraid that my way here is short
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And I accelerate to a hundred at a time
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Those who break through with a fight
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Trophies will eventually decorate
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All my life picking up the pieces
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Dreams at the end let's play solitaire |