| Noisy monday
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| In the dark hallways
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| Wiping all the dust
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| To make a good and safe place to stay
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| I danced every hours, nightbird on my shoulder
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| But I’m sure, I heard, yes I’m sure, I heard
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| That dreaming is being free
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| Now for me, is it time to tremble and die?
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| Now for me, is it time to tremble and die?
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| Now for me, is it time to let it all die?
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| Hello it’s me, this is my fantasy
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| Hello it’s me, I climb the steps, I’m free
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| Hello it’s me there, Hello it’s me
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| The day is arising, I feel awake
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| I leave my past, regrets, let the journey begin
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| Meet me, and let me be
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| All the words I spit are some kind of speech I give
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| It turns full circle, can’t you see?
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| Now for me, is it time to tremble and die?
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| Now for me, is it time to tremble and die?
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| Now for me, is it time to let it all die?
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| Hello it’s me, this is my fantasy
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| Hello it’s me, I climb the steps, I’m free
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| Hello it’s me there, Hello it’s me |