On a pallet, a sittarin crashes with the word iron curtains
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Masalla has only a notebook
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I wobble my shoes on the edge of the field
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Deep in the minds of everyone
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Watchtower lonely guard
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Leaning on the pillar until the plant rises
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Touch me, here I reach for the moon
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I guess one day I'll get to Laajikka
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Try again, get out of bitterness
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Pour down the walls that follow me with these cries
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For the day, I start a family
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I am moving to a coast that is not so beautiful
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Talk about high hopes directly, I talk to young people about the downsides out loud
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I'm talking, but I'm not starting to worry about salt, I'm talking to people over watermelon hey
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Now I fuck my electric fence without twisting my mind
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Time the fences fall, bitterness tears everything to pieces
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And you know that
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Time the fences fall, bitterness tears everything to pieces
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This end is open, the forest is a palace
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| Verse 2: Rhyi]
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The grass on the other side of the fence is legal
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A shared life in the thoughts of time
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The closets suffer from felling open opens
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The desert is spreading and the fences are rising
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Separate species into particle pieces
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The crying wall on our knees for our lives is cheap
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Shut up the media, I open my mouth, I'm someone, across the border I scream
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The bass of the heart passes through the stone
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Game-fence man-going opening
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Three hundred tons of barbed wire spread out
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In the blink of an eye around the capital
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Sermei move, the gang in pottery, the brain beats freedom is not the history of another
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A penny from the idea of a ton of cropping
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It costs nothing to escape the fence
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The forest is a palace, the forest is a palace
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Time the fences fall, bitterness tears everything to pieces
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And you know that
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Time the fences fall, bitterness tears everything to pieces
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This end is open, the forest is a palace
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I probably spent half of my life
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Peeking behind the fence, problem here too
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Ku if now you never touch it now
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Whatever you miss so going is never light
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Well, what if the goals sometimes run out
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It is completely an illusion to reach for a snack over the fence
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However, you have your own oven baked and
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You dream of a fortune of tasting
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Besides, I couldn't climb in front of me
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You have to get around when I don't go over anyone's wing
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Plus I'm happy to have my feet on the ground, head cloudy
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Similarly, you will not be able to love your own plot
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Others are peeping at others and because you mean you don't have a smart handset
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At the end of Some, I went to skate
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But at the moment, this is a fence
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I pour the boundaries, assumptions and genuine greatest yeah |