Against the backdrop of a rainy sky
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Sitting in concrete crypts
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Flowers sprouted right through my chest
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To the evil of all prohibitions
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I'm surrounded by thoughts again
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I'm quenched by doubts again
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All your truth is scattered across the poles
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That's why I can't believe
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I'm standing on the edge of a cliff
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And I'm scared to take a step
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Thoughts are wrapped in shackles
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The minutes are passing by
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New day is so similar to yesterday
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New day is so similar to yesterday
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Or maybe it was all just a dream?
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wake up
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I would like to become clear water
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Ride into the ocean, become the wind of the fields
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Carry away everything that loads our day
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To be cold as night, to break through to the ground
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I would like to become clear water
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Ride into the ocean, become the wind of the fields
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Carry away everything that loads our day
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To be cold as night, to break through to the ground
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At the highest point on earth
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I would freeze even for a moment
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I, as usual, am silent about what is inside
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Everything burns out
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Death dances with us tango
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I see the lies in her deceiving eyes
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Why is she so beautiful at night?
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So it beckons to take the first step
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I run forward without looking back
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like a mustang
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And there is no thing that will replace my freedom
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(I need her so much)
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I would like to feel this wind again
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To curb him
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I would like to become
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I would like to become clear water
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Ride into the ocean, become the wind of the fields
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Carry away everything that loads our day
|
To be cold as night, to break through to the ground
|
I would like to become clear water
|
Ride into the ocean, become the wind of the fields
|
Carry away everything that loads our day
|
To be cold as night, to break through to the ground
|
I would like to become clear water
|
Ride into the ocean, become the wind of the fields
|
Carry away everything that loads our day
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To be cold as night, to break through to the ground |