| My Last Journey
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| My Last Journey
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| From the album ³Sublime Dementia² - 1993 / Semetary Records (FNAC)
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| Why do we never see the end of the tunnel?
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| The purity of light seems impossible to reach
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| This feeling of weightlessness, so oppressive
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| At once so light… fleshless
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| At once alone… and legions
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| Because here illusions can¹t exist
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| No need to hold your own
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| Now good and evil are one
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| No need to hold your own
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| Why do we never see the end of the tunnel?
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| The purity of light seems impossible to reach
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| Present, future, so oppressive
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| Who will grasp my hand?
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| So I don¹t sink in the abstruse mist of this last
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| Travel, future, so oppressive
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| Why must we die to find truth?
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| Why are human pains only steps, not even purgatory?
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| (Lead Buriez)
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| Why do we never see the end of the tunnel?
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| The purity of light seems impossible to reach
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| No need to lie to yourself
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| The imaginary creates no senses
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| No need to lie to yourself
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| Let serenity flood your body
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| Because here illusions can¹t exist
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| No need to hold your own
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| Now good and evil are one
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| No need to hold your own
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| Different emoitions generate the same feelings
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| Surpassing ourselves
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| With cognition of the absolute
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| With the image of my carnal route
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| Typin' job done by Pierre-Jean Fontaine. |
| September 30 1995.
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| I haven¹t an Internet address, but you can write to me at:
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| Pierre-Jean Fontaine
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| Avenue Bel Horizon 48
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| B-1341 Ottignies
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| Belgium |