| They sell you sixty-nine and a thousand tales
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| Just to make your fortune
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| In this kingdom made of glitter and tears
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| Honesty on the run
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| Afraid to touch the taken sun
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| And the lost light a candle
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| But don’t forget you can touch the sky
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| (Just follow your heart)
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| You can’t get out — with eyes of a stranger
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| Can’t get out — you’ll never stand on lies
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| So scream and shout
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| With eyes of a stranger you’ll always be blind
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| Silent scream in the night
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| Parasites try to hide
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| Behind success, glam and glory
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| Passion dies — all these lies
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| Oppression — fashion — blinded eyes
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| And the raped tell the story
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| But don’t forget you can touch the sky
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| (Just follow your heart)
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| You can’t get out — with eyes of a stranger
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| Can’t get out — you’ll never stand on lies
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| So scream and shout
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| With eyes of a stranger you’ll always be blind |