| I won’t fear over the «great pole»
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| I may not feel anything
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| When I’m in the flock
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| Where' my old friends at?
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| Sir you need to take a deep breath
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| Pull your hands out of the cozy pocket
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| Get ‘em dirty, my blood is black
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| Never chase for the sun in the mirror
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| We all must face it, we can’t hide
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| I want to fall in love with the sun
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| How could a feeling be so strong
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| To make me act?
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| The Bagua spits on me the truth
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| But when I wake up I can’t evoke
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| Who pulls the wild-eyed wack off me
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| If you’re here for the crumb of the loaf?
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| Do you see that humanoid silhouette
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| In the unending depth of darkness?
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| We are back again
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| How can I restart the cycle if it’s all circular?
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| I wander around and back
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| Never chase for the sun in the mirror
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| We all must face it, we can’t hide
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| I want to fall in love with the sun
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| How could a feeling be so strong
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| To make me act?
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| Soar and let me fall
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| We are complementary
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| Interconnected in the natural world
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| The tangible duality
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| A fruitful paradox
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| Of simultaneous unity
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| When it’s all gone
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| I’ll seek for my wraith
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| Who will advocate?
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| Who will betray?
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| I was rising from the dark to reach for the sun
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| Now I’m falling back down
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| Burned from the heat, heat of the sun
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| Burn! |