You take care of the dream
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Each cartridge will hit the bat
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I am unknown now
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slippery ice
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I will ride for miles
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Plains, ya, abundance
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My fear is to know myself
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When all that's left is sadness
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You take care of the dream
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Each cartridge will hit the bat
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I am unknown now
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slippery ice
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I will ride for miles
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Plains, ya, abundance
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My fear is to know myself
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When all that's left is sadness
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No matter how much I cross, I can't understand the Stone Age
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The wheel is there, the wheel is here, the day is spinning - I want to change
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There is a fire nearby, my rows lead to you, trouble is far away
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Nights in smoke, or fog - give a reason to drive
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This muzlo goes through the veins, there are no nerves, they start to the beat
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Tear the message with your goodness, while troubles did not want to see
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Let's go in peace, as I would like to experience it all
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And you believed - did not believe in atmospheres
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I did not believe, the atmospheres
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I wish and ripen with consciousness,
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And you believed - did not believe in atmospheres
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I did not believe, the atmospheres
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I wish and ripen with consciousness
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You take care of the dream
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Each cartridge will hit the bat
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I am unknown now
|
slippery ice
|
I will ride for miles
|
Plains, ya, abundance
|
My fear is to know myself
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When all that's left is sadness
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You take care of the dream
|
Each cartridge will hit the bat
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I am unknown now
|
slippery ice
|
I will ride for miles
|
Plains, ya, abundance
|
My fear is to know myself
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When all that's left is sadness |