| Response to installations
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| Soon we will be pressed tightly to the wall
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| To stink with disgust in the circle of isolation
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| Mom to repeat that you will get up aground
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| With a submissive smile, I draw abstractions
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| And I believe that the hands will be strong
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| Make fun of yourself, wait for intonation
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| What will burst out screaming from the gray wall
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| yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| I'm so bothered by cynicism
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| No no no
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| The passion of excitement cannot be replaced
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| Nobody, my limit
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| Will be here to love
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| All of you, shine, together
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| We are still alive
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| Put us to the max
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| Persons did not pass control
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| Give me a razor please
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| I will burn myself
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| It seems dear, you are too close
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| Before me
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| In total darkness
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| I don't see myself
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| (Mortem vita scelus
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| fortune
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| Mortem vita scelus
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| fortune)
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| Empty pictures from an idiot
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| The basement will be filled with unrestrained mass
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| Everything is provided, money does not count
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| They scatter the years in places
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| Dreaming about the past, I put out cigarettes
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| No one will hear, because I'm here alone
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| Filled with groans eternal summer
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| in which one day you will remain
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| Put us to the max
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| Persons did not pass control
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| Give me a razor please
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| I will burn myself
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| It seems dear, you are too close
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| Before me
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| In total darkness
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| I don't see myself
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| I don't see the picture of life
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| I am blind, but the light will correct
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| The art of being loved
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| It is not given to everyone
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| Reveal the truth, dear
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| We'll be covered in snow
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| Ghosts come to the front
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| Dressed in death
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| Put us to the max
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| Persons did not pass control
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| Give me a razor please
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| I will burn myself
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| It seems dear, you are too close
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| Before me
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| In total darkness
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| I don't see myself |