Fates, events like in books or in movies, I know that I will become one of them.
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I feel different
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They rush to reason with me, bring down the arrogance of the young, life is everyday life,
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gray flimsy mess
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The voice of experience reeks drunk and worn, get off mine, then you stop believing
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fairy tales
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Well, the loser in front of the mirror, hunched three times, in the reflection will never be able to
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see the hero
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The transition between the worlds is the thinnest, fragile, life is turned into a movie by posture and actions
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You ignite and we dare not wait any longer, you rush through the city on underground
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steel kites
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You fight valiantly, plunging evil into the abyss, a feat of feats - I will each
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useful day
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What will be the name of a film or a story about you, or a journalist or a guardian of the kingdom
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conscience
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Every day a quagmire of people and machines, through rockfalls to the white fire of the peaks
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Every day is like a new life - we are looking for angles, our hands have become dirty in the focus of the world on
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background cleaner
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Walls and shelves, table and chair, plasma, speakers next to the workplace
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The room is cramped, but so own and in people like her history is made
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Labyrinth of corridors, light at the end, somewhere in the heart a compass and a generator of answers
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Choose "yes" or choose "no", hug her tightly and follow the wind
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Their photos will be stolen by newspapers tomorrow, someone else's happiness - why not a reason for gossip?
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A bunch of witnesses. |
And what is their name? |
We need them urgently! |
Contact your relatives!
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All their secrets, views and plans and every step they take should be stuffed with advertising
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All this fuss... it's not the main thing! |
Father would be proud, mother would be happy
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Every day a quagmire of people and machines, through rockfalls to the white fire of the peaks
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Every day is like a new life - we are looking for angles, our hands have become dirty in the focus of the world on
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background cleaner
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Only for you the sun shines with gold, even b! |
You are the main actor today
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scenery from the slums
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Only you alone will decide "The end" will be stupid or hard, under forty cameras.
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Where to go at the crossroads?
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Live in darkness, die because of a worthless rams or get a bunch of applause,
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standing after session
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Among the harsh snows, the hot desert, the audience is waiting to promise
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that the heart will not cool down
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Streets of broken hopes and blackest thoughts, you can become a star for
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half dead and doomed
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Lead on the road behind you from the punched area along the coasts of the seas and petrified
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slopes
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Vast fields let the body carry the legs, turn to the torches of truth - the only
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for many
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Burn over the cities for all people to see, conquer eternity and there are no captions on the screen
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will |