| To distant worlds, and not that's all
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| While a fierce kick, my beats off the temple
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| While the years crumble us into sand
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| I would like to go to the distant worlds, but not that's all
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| And again the plans went in the spring
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| And linden snow falls from the sky
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| Ice crunches underfoot like a snack
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| And all this surf is like a dream to us
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| Mustang beats under the left Lung
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| We drink to the bottom, we honor the charter
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| Sopi to the beat if you are suddenly tired
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| Forget for five minutes who you have become
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| My lips will whisper the mantra of love,
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| But my shell has long been empty
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| After all, I really want to go to other places
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| To become others, press the start button
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| Missed the charts again, fuck the stormtrooper effect
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| Oh, just to get into the heart, damn yes so that for centuries
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| You trample, trample harder, so that the whole world curses us,
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| And in the soul, Hashima Island, through the acid river
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| Studying the landscape, hiking
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| I'm a star variety, I'm immersed in hedonism
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| Studying the landscape, hiking
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| I'm a star variety, I'm immersed in hedonism
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| To distant worlds, and not that's all
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| While a fierce kick, my beats off the temple
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| While the years crumble us into sand
|
| I would like to go to the distant worlds, but not that's all
|
| And again the plans went in the spring
|
| And linden snow falls from the sky
|
| Ice crunches underfoot like a snack
|
| And all this surf is like a dream to us
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| Step by step towards your goal, don't miss anything
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| My suit is worn out, my ship is in pieces
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| The transmitter is acting up, but I'm beeping in mp3
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| You are in response to my frequencies, repeat just as clearly
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| Studying the landscape, hiking
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| I'm a star variety, I'm immersed in hedonism
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| Studying the landscape, hiking
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| I'm a star variety, I'm immersed in hedonism
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| To distant worlds, and not that's all
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| While a fierce kick, my beats off the temple
|
| While the years crumble us into sand
|
| I would like to go to the distant worlds, but not that's all
|
| And again the plans went in the spring
|
| And linden snow falls from the sky
|
| Ice crunches underfoot like a snack
|
| And all this surf is like a dream to us |