| He told me it was the experience
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| The cornerstone of progress and peace
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| Always chasing utopias
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| You do not think that in the end you will get tired
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| Don't pay attention to nostalgia
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| You know that oblivion heals in solitude
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| She told me it was the universe
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| What takes us inside inside
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| That I forget about other worlds
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| What really matters is here
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| Maybe when you turn the corner
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| Maybe when you stop hiding
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| what will become of everything
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| When there's nothing left
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| When there's nothing left
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| You can already hear their steps
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| And the alarms go off
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| Soon there will be nothing left
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| Soon there will be nothing left
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| Thousands of years of sufficiency
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| You thought that I would forget about you
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| you were wrong again
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| I get up again and forgive you again
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| And I don't care about the past
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| What ends ends but I always start again
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| what will become of everything
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| When there's nothing left
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| When there's nothing left
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| You can already hear their steps
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| And the alarms go off
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| Soon there will be nothing left
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| Soon there will be nothing left
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| what will become of everything
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| When there's nothing left
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| When there's nothing left
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| You can already hear their steps
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| And the alarms go off
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| Soon there will be nothing left
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| Soon there will be nothing left
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| no longer transforms
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| The matter that unites us
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| Now it only destroys
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| Now it only destroys |