Death sits down again
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Into my empty ship, I'm cold...
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The sun is tired of singing
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The woman in the dress is gone, smells of gold
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The fishermen's boats will fall asleep again in the salt
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All my dreams will drown in pain
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Children by the fire will not find sparks
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I am their rastaman, I live fast
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A dream is smoldering in the sleeve, like a catfish in the sea
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I will find a vow near the walls of grief
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All my soul is like a feather in the ribs
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Silver-good, springs-buckets
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Just don't be like everyone else
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Just look up
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rainbow in the dark
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It also gives birth to light
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I don't look back
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But I remember the house
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And before your eyes
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I grow up in it again
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Death sits down again
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Into my empty ship, I'm cold...
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The sun is tired of singing
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The woman in the dress is gone, smells of gold
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I'm waiting for the last day, as if there were no others
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I will wrap my belt and make an explosion for the sun
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Let him eat the pieces that fly to their moon
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You didn't believe in me, but I'm the last one on earth
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My white road is strewn with henna
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A full stadium, and Tsoi plays from it
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I reach out with my hands and shout to him: "Banzai!"
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If fate has a knife, then I pray: "Plunge!"
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I will stand, because I stood when they shouted to lie down
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I am an immortal person, because I have speech in my pocket
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I will sing what is measured to me in the depths of centuries,
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But it's getting tighter in this world of fools
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Death sits down again
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Into my empty ship, I'm cold...
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The sun is tired of singing
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The woman in the dress is gone, smells of gold |