| I will fight until the silence disappears
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| My voice you will fear
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| And all the rage, in my heart
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| At that point will explode
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| Maybe nothing, will change
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| And the worst still remains
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| But I run against the wind
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| Asking for my dreams, hoping that your night
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| are sleepless
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| Your days are meaningless, your life like a real nightmare
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| You taught me another way to hurt
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| But without violence, disillusion burns more
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| And you know what I mean, that your businness
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| Is to sell a dream and fake realities
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| Stripping out the dignity
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| I don’t care about your will
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| Maybe nothing, will change
|
| And the worst still remains
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| But I run against the wind
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| Asking for my dreams, hoping that your night
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| are sleepless
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| Your days are meaningless, your life like a real nightmare
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| So, I don’t think I’m too mean
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| If I take pleasure in your grief
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| Because the only thing I need
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| Is to feel mysel redeemed
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| Once for all
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| But I run against the wind
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| Asking for my dreams, hoping that your night
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| are sleepless
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| Your days are meaningless, your life like a real nightmare |