| Out of the zone-zone-zone-zone
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| Access zones
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| Down-down-down-down
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| Bottom on the approaches
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| And do not hear the calls-calls of strangers, do not retreat
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| Where no one has gone - go and step
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| Out of the zone-zone-zone-zone
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| Access zones
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| Down-down-down-down
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| Bottom on the approaches
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| And do not hear the calls-calls of strangers, do not retreat
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| Where no one has gone - go and step
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| From here there is a way out
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| I know there is a way out
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| From here there is a way out
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| There is definitely a way out!
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| I see, I see the light at the end of the tunnel
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| I see the light, the light at the end of the tunnel
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| And shadow, shadow, shadow exhausted me
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| Having got what she wanted, she took my body
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| I seem to be out of business
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| Now I follow the voices
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| Through the fogs through the forests
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| I trust the sails
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| I no longer believe in miracles
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| I will achieve everything myself
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| I'll go all the way to the end
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| I will find the key to heaven
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| Out of the zone-zone-zone-zone
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| Access zones
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| Down-down-down-down
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| Bottom on the approaches
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| And do not hear the calls-calls of strangers, do not retreat
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| Where no one has gone - go and step
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| Out of the zone-zone-zone-zone
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| Access zones
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| Down-down-down-down
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| Bottom on the approaches
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| And do not hear the calls-calls of strangers, do not retreat
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| Where no one has gone - go and step
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| Night, blood, sweat
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| My boycott chained in the whip
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| Among the eternal occasions
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| Where, there is no freedom without will
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| The rabble is the field of the helpless
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| You have to always hold on to the handrails
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| It hurts me, it hurts me, it hurts me... |