| Water that tells a life
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| In a late November
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| Two lithe figures descending a slope
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| A sidereal evening
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| 1979, you may have forgot
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| I won’t be here too long
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| I got a train to catch
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| I got a painting to draw, of me dying
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| It’s hard to remember, you don’t deserve it
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| Ever since the glass shattered into pieces of mind
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| You won’t tell this story because it’s secret
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| You’ll die with its key in your hand
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| It’s time to verify the nature of our kind
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| You’ll never find anything like us, alive
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| Into this barren wasteland, we turned the Earth
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| You fought in ashes all your life
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| No sooner said than done
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| And we’re there together
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| On a rainbow made of dust, a route to follow
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| Hallowed land tonight, that we reach together
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| In a simpler way of life
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| Solitude omen in the Day of Man
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| Hidden in the viscera of the world
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| You even feel its pulse under the granite surface of the Earth
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| We’re walking towards the miracle of life
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| Life is in the water, life is in the water
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| Let me quench my thirst with your denial
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| And cries, the closure of all dramas
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| The elixir for the thirst of dying people of the land
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| And lies, I’ve seen all kind of liars
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| I’ve been all kinds of misfits, for the sake of my survival |