| I cannot find my own way
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| When every judge won’t make any difference
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| And I cannot see my own realm
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| When there’s no sympathy there’s a way
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| We are gone
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| This is the thrill life
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| This is not what we are
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| We’re from nowhere to nowhere
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| We run in circles in this playground
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| Cleaner has the ash, most of us out
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| We’ve been descending the mirror
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| Oh!
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| I cannot find the right words
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| When every meaning won’t make any difference
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| Would you ever fight for your loan?
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| Swallow me, not Bill, there’s a way
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| You should know
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| This is the real life
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| This is not what we are
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| We’re from nowhere to nowhere
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| We run in circles in this playground
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| Cleaner has the ash, most of us out
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| We will strenghten the mirror
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| This is our time
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| This ir our time to be what we know
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| Until dark knight inflicts to my teeth
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| Give me over, come and die-die!
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| Come and die, give me, come on, come and die!
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| Nowhere to nowhere (nowhere to nowhere)
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| We are running in circles
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| Rick and Ralph, the wrong thing (no!)
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| Feel the bible, increase the sun (as we know)
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| Nowhere to nowhere (nowhere!)
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| Feel the bible, increase the sun (as we know)
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| Nowhere to nowhere (oh!)
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| People running in this playground
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| (Nowhere!) |