| Stress! |
| Alas!
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| You have to confess.
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| Nothing more and nothing less.
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| Don’t you know your time expires?
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| Fading away, fading away.
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| Another day…
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| Just another link in the chain.
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| Every second’s dying in vain.
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| Trough the desert sands you’re running.
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| Falling again, falling again.
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| Is that you’re living for?
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| Is that you’re living for?
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| You run away from sun.
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| Is that you’re dying for?
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| Is that you’re dying for?
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| You run away from sun.
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| With every step it’s coming closer.
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| With every day you’re gettig older.
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| With every mile you’re going lower.
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| With every turn you’re diving into nowhere.
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| The Virus.
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| Getting higher, insatiable fire.
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| Now your heart’s your personal liar.
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| Inner voice is getting louder.
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| Shut up! |
| Shut up!
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| Don’t even try to make a sound.
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| But see what you’ve found.
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| Just a voiceless desert around.
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| Have you ever asked yourself?
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| «What do I do?""What do I do?»
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| Is that you’re living for?
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| Is that you’re living for?
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| You run away from sun.
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| Is that you’re dying for?
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| Is that you’re dying for?
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| You run away from sun.
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| With every step it’s coming closer.
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| With every day you’re gettig older.
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| With every mile you’re going lower.
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| With every turn you’re dying.
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| The Virus. |