You so want to go up
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You breathe your way
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The heart feels laughter
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Pulse doesn't feel bitches
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Feel like in a dream
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You see how real
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Mixing in a cocktail
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Everything you love more than...
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Everything you love more than money
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Dissolve it with cold ice
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Your angel wants to speed up time
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Your devil wants to kill him
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Again you are drowning in the fog of views,
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But the fire doesn't burn in yours
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And there are too many masks around you
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Well, choose the one that was you
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Choose the one that was first
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She cannot be found in this pool of snakes
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A cold look says: "There is no love"
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But the thirst for revenge is like a beast
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In the city of dead lights
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Where there are pills instead of people
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Where it is crowded so in the void
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Small world on one earth
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All life at the bottom
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You laugh because he is so blind
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5 minutes - he will forget everyone
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Pouring your anger into a glass
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So take all his money
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In this city N, where
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No one will hold her
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She comes out again
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But all life is like under the ceiling
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She comes out again
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But all life is like under the ceiling
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She comes out again
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But all life is like under the ceiling
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The game is pulling down and
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Your path is slippery, dilapidated cornice,
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But from the inside it's so tempting to walk
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After all, you live while you see the risk
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Fate in the palm of your hand (SKET)
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Leads her to the room (SKET)
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Leave your conscience (here)
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This is the taste of freedom (SKET)
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This taste is with you everywhere
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And you fly above all
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Where is the city noise of alleys
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Tell them who you are now
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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She wants to be alive in this world
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But fate is blind and we see it
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Every step and live
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Do not discard the role in this movie
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And don't stop dreaming in morphine
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As long as you are so naive with her
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Her tears freeze and become here
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Like white snow among black days
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The clink of glasses will tell you that
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The past will not dissolve the cocktail
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And you will draw your path on the glass
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In order not to see their faded world
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No friends, now your voice
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In the head pulls back to limbo
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You are worn out by everyone's revenge
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holding your head up high
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No more angel to fly
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And not get out of the shackles
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Do not return all her hopes
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No one will hold her
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She comes out again
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But all life is like under the ceiling
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She comes out again
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But all life is like under the ceiling
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She comes out again
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But all life is like under the ceiling
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The game is pulling down and
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Your path is slippery, dilapidated cornice,
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But from the inside it's so tempting to walk
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After all, you live while you see the risk
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Fate in the palm of your hand (SKET)
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Leads her to the room (SKET)
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Leave your conscience (here)
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This is the taste of freedom (SKET)
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This taste is with you everywhere
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And you fly above all
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Where is the city noise of alleys
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Tell them who you are now
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET)
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Her name is (SKET) |