| Many thoughts, many questions
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| No answer!
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| The mind destroys, the ubiquitous fear penetrates the heart
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| On the spot, sincere crying
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| Nobody believes in paradise anymore
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| What would I give to turn back time?
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| Many thoughts, many questions
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| No answer!
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| The mind destroys, the ubiquitous fear penetrates the heart
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| On the spot, sincere crying
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| Nobody believes in paradise anymore
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| What would I give to turn back time?
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| How to tell your brother he has one year to live
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| Sorry, I don't know the answer
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| The difficulty of the questions overwhelms me
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| Fear to breathe
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| I am my own enemy
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| Maybe that's why I would be the first to jump into the fire for my friends and loved ones
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| I have paranoia in my head, thoughts accused of polonium
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| White chalk outlines, yellow tape, dogs, coroner
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| Take me away
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| He wants to go into the past
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| Give me a jacket
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| Or immediately hangman and electric chair
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| The world is constantly raising my pulse
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| Fucking obsessive-compulsive disorder
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| I keep praying for indifference
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| You have the courage to proudly say that the whole world is yours
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| This is a message to a sick mother that her son died in an accident
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| Thoughts are hanging on the belt again
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| Reality in the hands disappears |
| You have no idea what I'm saying, shut your mouth, you don't know life
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| The defeat grips the throat again
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| I have it in my mind
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| I know that at the end of the tunnel the light went out a long time ago
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| Some people want to fall asleep smoothly, I don't believe in anything anymore
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| When I die, instead of a wake, throw me one last party
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| Many thoughts, many questions
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| No answer!
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| The mind destroys, the ubiquitous fear penetrates the heart
|
| On the spot, sincere crying
|
| Nobody believes in paradise anymore
|
| What would I give to turn back time?
|
| Many thoughts, many questions
|
| No answer!
|
| The mind destroys, the ubiquitous fear penetrates the heart
|
| On the spot, sincere crying
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| Nobody believes in paradise anymore
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| What would I give to turn back time?
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| Is it a day of the wacko, the butterfly effect
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| Psychopathic personality
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| Dixon, Joe Cranmer, Saw
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| I feel like a catelpillar ran over me
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| I lose dimension, emptiness around, apocalyptic atmosphere
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| Rapid oxygen cutoff
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| It's how to find out about the mother that she worked for a salary in a brothel
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| In thoughts 'why?'
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| A journey through the oil levels of anger
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| Now don't tell me that you doubt that life changes a detail like that
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| God doesn't like us
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| After all, how much did Moses have to smoke that finally the bush spoke to him |
| I do not believe in the decalogue of truths
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| When one is starving to death, the other, counting money, complains that he has too little
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| Too many questions in my mind, sleep lasts a long time
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| You will die in front of the club, they will cut themselves out of shoes to the bank
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| You can't buy feelings for hajs, unless envy for a rustle
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| When I die, instead of a wake, throw me one last party
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| Many thoughts, many questions
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| No answer!
|
| The mind destroys, the ubiquitous fear penetrates the heart
|
| On the spot, sincere crying
|
| Nobody believes in paradise anymore
|
| What would I give to turn back time?
|
| Many thoughts, many questions
|
| No answer!
|
| The mind destroys, the ubiquitous fear penetrates the heart
|
| On the spot, sincere crying
|
| Nobody believes in paradise anymore
|
| What would I give to turn back time? |