| 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 |