| In an empty room I build walls again
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| Trying to run away from the problem
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| It's so nerve-wracking
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| I can't leave the limits
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| After all, in my room the walls
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| I just run in white
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| And smolder so slowly
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| Gray - gray
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| The sky will replace my happiness and light
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| Love or death?
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| I need to arrange
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| arrange
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| arrange
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| Arrange an escape
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| The screen won't notice
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| And will not return everything to its place
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| Release from the cage
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| I got sick but
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| I'm not a hindrance, just
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| I am a 21st century person
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| So flawless and so useless
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| Look at me and know what shines for you
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| There, on the borders of the square
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| They will lose to the strong and the weak
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| Fatigue presses so hard, but in running shaking
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| No need to be afraid - resist
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| I pick acacias in a field of plastic
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| We don't own the world
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| But here
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| We are all just a fallen nation
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| Resist them! |
| Resist them!
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| please screen
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| Let me in
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| One of a hundred
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| Soldier footprints
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| Years have passed
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| But what have you become
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| You are too old
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| Look at the screen
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| Erase all the standards and move what he started
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| Otherwise, they will capture you, put you in a concrete box
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| Tariff ready for payment
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| Pay and be spent
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| Whose fault is it?
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| Now two in one room
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| Our risk - it was covered with plans
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| Rats need to breathe
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| But we can't escape the Titanic
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| There is something pulling us there.
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| furiously
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| The chances are so slim
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| Who will take us out
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| From the white room?
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| There, on the borders of the square
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| They will lose to the strong and the weak
|
| Fatigue presses so hard, but in running shaking
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| No need to be afraid - resist
|
| I pick acacias in a field of plastic
|
| We don't own the world
|
| But here
|
| We are all just a fallen nation
|
| Resist them! |
| Resist them!
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| In my eyes only feelings
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| From cheap series
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| I will inhale your soul, exhaling napalm
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| For nothing, I sold minutes, sold
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| Horror in my eyes
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| In yours only pity
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| There, on the borders of the square
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| They will lose to the strong and the weak
|
| Fatigue presses so hard, but in running shaking
|
| No need to be afraid - resist
|
| I pick acacias in a field of plastic
|
| We don't own the world
|
| But here
|
| We are all just a fallen nation
|
| Resist them! |
| Resist them! |