There is a benefit in every war.
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And there is a loss in every signed peace
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We would be ashamed of ourselves if we showed our wealth.
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If we put what we have in our pocket
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'The cow, the mare, threw the towel into the war.' |
they say and grin
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Wave is the chief motivation of this era
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The more you laugh, the more the enemy will make you cry
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Free yourself from the back steps of the past
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The light shines ahead and there are cannibals, this place is narrow
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always in front of you
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In the lexicon of the gods this is called a test
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The exam will come to an end
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We pay the price according to the note of this past, that's for sure
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If we didn't have faith, the meaning of existence would mean something other than meaninglessness.
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was it?
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And there is no fact of this timing, wrong or right, of our destiny.
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Puppet sense, that suspended human finding
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Repeated past cycle, karasis cover;
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Are you the trustee of the shadows?
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When the darkness falls, the price to be buried and the cold climates of the past
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It must be a result of the kick you throw at your friend or the divine justice you disregard,
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that's for sure
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You are the only one, your past follows!
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I surrendered the past to the shadow
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And now the shadows follow me, a pile of sights behind me
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His inquiry has begun, the sun is setting on the horizon of tomorrow
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I assume that every arrival and departure is unknown, stop my questioning.
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Next come the solstice, surrender my shadow to the dark
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I surrendered the past to the shadow
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And now the shadows follow me, a pile of sights behind me
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His inquiry has begun, the sun is setting on the horizon of tomorrow
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I assume that every arrival and departure is unknown, stop my questioning.
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Next come the solstice, surrender my shadow to the dark
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A bunch of landscapes that I can't understand are chasing us
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And the wars of interest that have taken place have blown our hearts, what about peace?
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You can kill those big butterflies you caught with your tiny hands
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Everything is not size, as long as you don't offend the child, don't kill yourself
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Symbols of extinction, massacre of hope
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Tomorrow is a door and you wake up from sleep to pass through that door
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Invention of humans in puppet civilization
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Everyone has a rope tied
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Gods holding the rope question its fate
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Findings and judgments are like a game, it's called "living"
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Death is the end of the game
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For some reason, the game seems to have no end; |
someone goes, someone comes
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And he eliminates someone, deletes himself from the list of the game
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The reason why it's hidden in icons
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And every past is entrusted to the shadows
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The future is censored, uncertain
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Therefore, it is the shadows that follow you.
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It questions you as you walk
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And one day the sun goes down
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I surrendered the past to the shadow and now the shadows follow me
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Many landscapes behind me
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Inquiry started
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I surrendered the past to the shadow
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And now the shadows follow me, a pile of sights behind me
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His inquiry has begun, the sun is setting on the horizon of tomorrow
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I assume that every arrival and departure is unknown, stop my questioning.
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Next come the solstice, surrender my shadow to the dark
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I surrendered the past to the shadow
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And now the shadows follow me, a pile of sights behind me
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His inquiry has begun, the sun is setting on the horizon of tomorrow
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I assume that every arrival and departure is unknown, stop my questioning.
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Next come the solstice, surrender my shadow to the dark
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(Deliver
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Surrender my shadow to the dark
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Submit
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Surrender my shadow to the dark
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Surrender my shadow to the dark
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Submit)
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no, no
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Sago K
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clementine
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Kucukmira
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Underground
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Ah
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Mic Check
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I surrendered the past to the shadow and now the shadows follow me
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clementine
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Cleo
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yeah
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(Sago K, F, F, F)
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Rap Genius Turkey |