Morning, moon, time to break out of the circle.
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It's hard for us.
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It's like I'm alone again.
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Himself and enemy and idol.
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Crowded, city, traffic lights.
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At night they will go out for us.
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We are flying in the opposite direction.
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We can't fool the Labyrinth.
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Again there is no choice.
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I forget names.
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Who came up with all this?
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(Where exactly?)
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Turns to nowhere.
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If there is no way out.
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I forget numbers.
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Roads are just for stimulus.
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Along the paths of the moon and lines.
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I'm losing myself.
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We are clearly here all without keys.
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We knock on closed doors.
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Time we spend, for the sake of a flame and money.
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Among the rules we put on exceptions.
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Fuss, but empty again, let go.
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Let it be so, feelings are not alien.
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The word is winter, it's like I'm alone again.
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Himself and enemy and idol.
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Fog in the eyes, brightly burning, blinding other people's lights.
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We are flying in the opposite direction.
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We can't fool the Labyrinth.
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Again there is no choice.
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I forget names.
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Who came up with all this?
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(Where exactly?)
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Turns to nowhere.
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If there is no way out.
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I forget numbers.
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Roads are just for stimulus.
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Along the paths of the moon and lines.
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I'm losing myself.
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There is no panacea, problems come in waves.
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We will be thrown ashore, we wake up sleepy.
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Finds for loss, we were bombarded with questions.
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What is really waiting for us around the corner? |