Closer to the goal, the matter of the lines in action
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Runs with current through a vein, smoldering like a wick, with patience
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Drink potions from the underground, where the shadows lead us
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We are glad for them and stele, even though we don’t shine with our arrival
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We do not closely believe in the flesh, know our place, tower
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We measure a noble place, a significant path, not a prayer service
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We dare not call for help, we fly from below
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So in the wind we will dispel, with a myth, your serotonin
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Place mystic, Peter, with him, we move the topics to the feast
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We beckon with a meal of the pen, we will visit your house with news
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Gallows, in the sweat of your brow, do not change our anthem
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Glare from heavenly forces, let's put the sound in shackles
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We will win a knock on the heels, we are the ruler here and there
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The time of vicious pictures, pulls along, with him
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The ether stretches like a smog, one on one with God
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By blood who, so that he tasted and understood that it was not fiction
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Influence of rhetoricians, son, reaching the heights
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Yakov caught the words, strung them on the edge of the villas
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The local historian was blind, the fog opened his eyes
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Somehow I laid it out, but the flooring is sweet and loved
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We hurry to catch up with running, what he missed in an instant
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We will reward with a sacrament, faceless where we need to fit
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And we will grow endlessly so that he comes with us
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(So that he comes with us)
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We open Mecca, only an illusory man
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We live nearby and live below
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There is no point in screaming half-hearted, be closer to the fire
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And together we will legally end this war
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We open Mecca, only an illusory man
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We live nearby and live below
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There is no point in screaming half-hearted, be closer to the fire
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And together we will legally end this war |