On land, run like a bird, howl at the sky like a wolf
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Try to beat, but the sun is five, it will fall sideways
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On land, run like a bird, howl at the sky like a wolf
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Try to beat, but the sun is five, it will fall sideways
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On land, run like a bird, howl at the sky like a wolf
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Try to beat, but the sun is five, it will fall sideways
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On land, run like a bird, howl at the sky like a wolf
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Try to beat, but the sun is five, I
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Wells beckon, forefathers give strength of mind
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My lands are getting thinner, from the wind of spring
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Black and white dreams in delirium portend canvases
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Blackening the nights are those that, clearer outlines, you
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You can smell the demons here and where we herbal infusions heal days
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What are fleeting and like an exit to the worlds without guilt
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It's not my fault, it's obviously not beautiful
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Lips captivated by setting fire to the cries of the soul
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Bruised in the ears, feeding them with the taste of lies
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You don’t extinguish the world for a moment, the story is cloying, leave
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Astral drops news, but we can't be together
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Or not be able to astral, to convince of the strength of the disease,
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But it's all right if, brothers on the heel together
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Distribute blowing up on the spot, we don't care about the makings
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Like riddles, in the width of my thick notebook
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Swallow with wine precipitation, where there is no truth of the uterus
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My weekdays are winged, awards are almost flying
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Shine carats on me, sidelong glances at me
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Lyra iscoma in a coma, who are we, hey brother alas
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Alien to the light moves, a thorn in the eyes, wish me
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Soar stones from a height, the ultimate dream
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The vice of false fortune-telling, striking out without compassion
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Find me in secret, giving the muse only to me
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Kiss the ladies' hands, we stay at the bottom
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On land, run like a bird, howl at the sky like a wolf
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Try to beat, but the sun is five, it will fall sideways
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On land, run like a bird, howl at the sky like a wolf
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Try to beat, but the sun is five, it will fall sideways
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On land, run like a bird, howl at the sky like a wolf
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Try to beat, but the sun is five, it will fall sideways
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On land, run like a bird, howl at the sky like a wolf
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Try to beat, but the sun is five, I am! |