| In lust we trust, years of madness, to late to call it a draw
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| Politics and propaganda caught by the arm of the law
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| We walked the street of pagan rites, the mob is turning west
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| Twilight shatters, soon it’s night, the dusk is coming at last
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| We own the night we are the ones who keep the flame alive
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| Without a trace of shame we live the way we like
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| We cross the border of law and order
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| Nothing is for real when you are young and alive
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| We bring the fire, we’re reaching higher
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| Nothing is for real when you are young and alive
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| A threat for strangers, fools for some, victims of society
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| My father’s footstep, there will be none, cause I’m in good company
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| They call us savages, heretics, but we are young and alive
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| Uncivilized iron creatures, walking the streets to survive
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| We are the light, we are the shadows on your walls at night
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| Without a trace of shame we live the way we like
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| We cross the border of law and order
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| Nothing is for real when you are young and alive
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| We bring the fire, we’re reaching higher
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| Nothing is for real when you are young and alive
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| Nothing is for real when you are young and alive
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| We bring the fire, we’re reaching higher
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| Nothing is for real when you are young and alive:// |