| Dare to touch me
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| I see - the moon is all on fire,
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| But who set it on fire?
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| I've been immovable for two years now
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| I turn all living things into dust
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| Coming out of the narrow corridors of sleep
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| In the blind night, as if diving, I give myself everything!
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| And what is here is not my fear
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| This is not flattery - this is a dumb lie
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| This is not arrogance - this is a living enemy
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| He is in me, he is in me, he is in me, I know!
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| Tabor goes into the ground
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| Time is drowning in memory
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| Heaven, what is your light to us?
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| God, what are we doing this for?
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| Tabor goes into the ground
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| Time is drowning in memory
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| Heaven, what is your light to us?
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| God, what are we doing this for?
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| I found baldness in the churchyard
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| The smallness of my cross on my shoulders
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| All our bones are like one nerve
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| Eaten zinc mouths, you, you!
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| This is my camp, camp
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| From the humiliated and others, about holy fools and jerks, that's it!
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| From his palms deep into the living
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| Who is Judas here? |
| Kiss, friend!
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| Tabor goes into the ground
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| Time is drowning in memory
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| Heaven, what is your light to us?
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| God, what are we doing this for?
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| Tabor goes into the ground
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| Time is drowning in memory
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| Heaven, what is your light to us?
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| God, what are we doing this for? |