| And if we devour each other?
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| To give rise to many landscapes
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| We feel like foreign bodies
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| The torn flesh forever
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| Nightfall on the eye of needle
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| And now we feel like foreign bodies
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| You seem different when I dream
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| Nobody may know…
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| What’s our destiny?
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| The hole is now gaping
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| And nothing can prevent
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| Us from crossing
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| We are and we’ll stay without fear…
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| And if we swallow each other
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| To digest our mistakes
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| Like a snake under my skin
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| The torn flesh forever
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| Nightfall on the eye of needle
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| And now we are like foreign bodies
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| The bright stars appear in the sky
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| Something that we can’t imagine
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| …(and) deeper inside
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| Something
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| We can’t imagine
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| Give me something that seems real to you
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| Something that keeps our story up
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| Do you think I am innocent when you dream?
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| Nightfall on the eye of needle
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| And then we’ll rot like dying bodies
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| The bright stars appear in the sky
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| Something that we can’t imagine
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| …(and) deeper inside
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| Something
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| We can’t imagine
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| Give me something that seems real to you
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| Something that keeps our story up
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| Do you think I am innocent when you dream? |