Somewhere far from the flashes of flashlights
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The beat in the ears heals the soul
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Mental stretching above the page
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This is what I live for, this is what I wake up for
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That's why I stain my fingers with ink
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This is what I was born with and I want to die with it
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This is my patent for reality
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You have too good? |
The spell may break
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Better to go carefully with that thought
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That anything can happen;
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Including the disaster á la Boston-San Francisco
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I have it in front of my eyes:
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Radio, editor and bloody finale;
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Like Israel - Palestine
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It is impossible to stop the world, it is impossible to turn back time
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It remains to cry over injustice
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What about human dignity, I ask
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Instead of laughing on the records
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I must sigh for happiness
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Looking up at the clouds over the city
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I slowly close my eyes
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Come on with the pain
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I feel too much anyway
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The pain of experience makes the laughter disappear
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They said don't look, they said don't touch
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They said don't think what might happen
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Terror, followed by a man
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And in man the answer
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For as long as I can remember on the glass screen
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I have a mark on the armed conflict
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Mother said what would happen now;
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81 'some intersection
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City center, I remember some troops
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Martial law is a wronged Poland
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Order issued and subsequent events;
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Other countries have suffered too
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Events. |
A lot of bad things are happening
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Someone really cares here
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The media are constantly looking for opportunities;
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Conflicts in Asia, an assassination attempt
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Two towers in the States, the Pentagon is burning
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On a day with a gun, the wagon leaves the border
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Churches, chapels, the Vatican is calling
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More and more questions, I sleep badly again
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I count down the hours until the calm day
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When the whole world is finally at peace
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The pain of experience makes the laughter disappear
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They said don't look, they said don't touch
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They said don't think what might happen
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Terror, followed by a man
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And in man the answer
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The pain of experience makes the laughter disappear
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They said don't look
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Whores, a little humility;
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You say rap is bad
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So what is terrorism? |
Huh?
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You don't talk about it, I know
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More important salary, race to happiness
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To live like you, eat like you
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Walk like a gentleman, be cool with you
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Do not lie that you are not turned on by the promotion, because I will not believe it
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Better explain to me the phenomenon of racial prejudice
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Crimes in the name of stupidity
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What is the world trying to prove?
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Dead bodies, philosophy out of the ass
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Face the truth;
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We are ruled by idiots
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Even looking at Bałuty
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By giving them my love
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When Helen came, I see how many have left
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Locked up in houses and rooms
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Doomed to fail
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Do you know who a man is?
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The main danger
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You can say I fuck farmazony
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But I am asking you for one thing;
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Show me those glass houses
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Let me know I'm wrong
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That I would change my worldview
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For a life given to money
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Show me, I'll touch it, believe it, think it over
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Because man has enough pressure |