It was early morning
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I'm fiercely extinguished
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From a migraine I will become wise
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Or dead from an aneurysm
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It's been building up over the years
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The whisper becomes a screech
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And I'm waiting out the tsunami again
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In the forms of your escapism-a, uh
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A group of more than three is already a herd
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The cipher to the brain has long been solved
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social marinade
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Just enough fill incense
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Distort, preach and lie
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Swahili, Braille, Hebrew
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The rules here are very specific:
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You are silent, the king speaks
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And fear runs through the streets
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Close the window tight
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Find out at whose funeral
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Who drinks and what kind of wine
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It's just a new Rubicon
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From now on, burn with his past
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New truth and old hangout
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Shabby world and eternal power
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Burned out over the districts of noon
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And a blind cat
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I sit and dream that this minute
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Finally become the past
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It's been building up for years
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The whisper becomes a screech
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And I'm waiting out the tsunami again
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In the forms of your escapism-a, uh
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I think you have already been eaten and this is what is given by nature
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From the traces of the rod on the body, but the boots at your doorstep
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After all, our smiles have long been replaced by grins
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And doomed to be Sisyphus and remember the mistake of Icarus
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You will love these chains, you will absorb humility with your skin
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In order not to be considered defective, it is difficult for him to suppress
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It's just the new Galliffrey, but which one of them is ours?
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If you see someone else - it's better to kill, if in the mirror - it's better to die
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The evening was doomed, the day was leaving - well, fuck him
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In the night there were wounds to heal the freest prisoner
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It's been building up for years
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The whisper becomes a screech
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I don't know if I'll survive the tsunami
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In the forms of your escapism-a, uh
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It's been building up over the years, a whisper becomes a screech
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I don't know if I'll survive the tsunami in the forms of my escapism-a, uh
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It's been building up over the years, a whisper becomes a screech
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I don't know if I'll survive the tsunami in the forms of my escapism-a, uh |