| Hands and fingers, arms and neck
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| For the promise to find out
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| What it is all about
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| It’s already down to heads or tails
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| Moira did belief in virtue and honesty but
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| You know innocence breaks so easily
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| So you can’t choose it’s not on you to know what’s right
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| Everything is set for the final fight
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| Deep inside you know it’s not just black or white
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| You are well prepared for the final fight
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| Every day is judged by the framework
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| Of your certain point of view
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| Life is change just like the withering truth
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| Truth is just a philosophic term
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| That doesn’t serve the ways of life
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| Those who want to know bout life must
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| Find the trace of truth
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| I’m tired, would you take me home
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| Where I can rest in your arms
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| I don’t need to make amends
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| But the streets where you take me home
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| Recall my paranoid circus of formative years
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| Playback life and anabolic arguments instead
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| Maybe that’s it all about
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| It’s already down to heads or tails
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| So she killed herself on a lovely morning
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| And the rising sun smiled in her numbly eyes
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| So please show me where the truth is in that sweet tale
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| You have to admit, it’s nothing but a bale
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| Everything has failed if you can’t see what’s bright
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| What you see out there is just what you see inside
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| Reality is nothing than the register
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| Of crimes of a humankind
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| Now you agree it’s up to us to do the what’s right
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| Right comes along with fortune
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| But fortune is a furtive friend indeed
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| You can only find the key of fortune in yourself
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| I’m tired, would you take me home
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| Where I can rest in your arms
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| I don’t need to make amends
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| But the streets where you take me home
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| Recall my paranoid circus of formative years
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| Of formative years
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| I’m so tired |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paranoid Circus , by - Lyriel. Song from the album Paranoid Circus, in the genre Эпический метал