And we'll wake up with headlines
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Let this wondrous ringing of coins become a reality
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I'm alive again
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But the sun is dead
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All for what?
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I burn with fire
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The neck is so shining, like a trace of bird feathers
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I left my wallet on the bar (Wait, ha!)
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Money fly away, your body is a silhouette
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Among these walls I feel stuffy, in my glasses it's delirium
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I need a minute to go out at dawn
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There is a pack of crumpled cigarettes in my jacket
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And we'll wake up with headlines
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After all, the stencil is full of colors of my thoughts
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I'm alive again
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But the sun is dead
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All for what?
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I burn with fire
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I'm alive again
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But the sun is dead
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All for what?
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I burn with fire
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me again, really
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Again, right?
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True again?
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again, true
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I'm really, again, don't look like that
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We are flying away
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Everything is in stock
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But what to do if life is not Astro at all?
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I am again, really, yes
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me again, really
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I am again, really, yes
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me again, really
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I am again, really, yes
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me again, really
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ice noise
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Hello death!
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We are just particles of those long-forgotten wondrous years
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ice noise
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Hello death!
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We are just particles of those long-forgotten wondrous years
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I left the temple (I'm alive again)
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I left the temple (But the sea is dead)
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I left the temple (All for what?)
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I left the temple (Cold became fire)
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Who? |
I?
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I see anger where its trail is cold
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I'm tired of the impudence of those whom I have not forgiven
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Sky-high numbers are promises
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Who seemed stupid - betrayed, do not expect repentance
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Somewhere on the shore, I see black smoke
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Behind him is a prison and a couple of graves
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Fires in my eyes, cold on my hands
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Broken house, hut, inferiority, pain and collapse
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(Our lives are behind them) |