| A few roads ahead, not clear from afar
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| Keeping ahead is tiring, waiting is not the solution
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| The grave in my mind is not a personality
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| And you're not guilty, feelings kill themselves (aha)
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| Speak nonsense, swear and wash your things
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| The crop eagerly dollar
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| Crows are screaming
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| My peace suffocates
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| Complex nonsense consecutive mistakes
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| Constantly falling asleep, these reflections from life
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| There is a great migration from here to there, far from my heart
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| From safe places to the trap, from the light paths to the deep dark forest
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| Why don't you ask, the truth will join the blend filled with lies
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| Slaves walk in chains feet
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| Similar human to human like tombstones
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| If you want to talk, the nightingales are silent in your throat
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| Just when you want to touch that star is falling on your horizon
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| But hope will soon return from the expedition
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| Waiting for him at any moment, believe it tastes like honey
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| This bird will surely land in a friend's home one day.
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| Don't put the keychain of the heart house in the palm of the enemy (don't put it)
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| I shielded my hands, my eyes can't see anymore
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| I am no longer aware of those who are incapable of being seen
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| I'm unaware of everything
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| I am unaware of you
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| I'm unaware of it
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| ha-ha
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| let's gas
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| let's gas
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| Sago, Kaf-Kef, Pessimist Orchestra
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| I'm waiting at the crossroads of my expectations (aha)
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| Lots of people know me, I don't know them (I don't know)
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| It's frightening me, this tumult of crows
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| Is it left to me to worry about those whose feet have slipped from the road? |
| (Come on one more)
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| I'm waiting at the crossroads of my expectations (aha)
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| Lots of people know me, I don't know them (I really don't know)
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| It's frightening me, this tumult of crows
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| Is it left to me to worry about those whose feet have slipped from the road (yo)?
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| Let the vultures eat the dead ideas that surround my mind
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| I am (me!) solely responsible for the people I kill and the buildings I destroy.
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| I escaped from me, I settled in another
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| You fell in love with you, inclined to skank
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| You were the longest movie of your life
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| Whether it's horror, comedy, drama, or tragedy
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| Direct your movie, come on, dude!
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| As jealous waves sweep away the sand
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| Death will also come to the soul, the bottom of the glass will appear
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| Your hands hollow my eyes out of their sockets
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| Until I can see it pushes me this way your hands
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| In a terrible desolation I understood to be afraid
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| In my weakest moment I tried to find the only right way
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| The moon was my friend, the night was my cover
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| The future was unknown, but it was my strong urge to get rid of
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| The coins I stoned rubbed hard against my skin
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| I fell, I got up, I drowned, I sank, I got out, finally the land appeared
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| The stages are ending, section by section, but the race continues.
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| Low viruses breed as I banish
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| They laugh like it's funny when I say it's true (haha)
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| They don't know they are dying slowly in front of me
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| Sago sees everything very clearly
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| I've been waiting at the crossroads of my expectations (waiting)
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| Lots of people know me, I don't know them (I don't know)
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| It's frightening me, this tumult of crows
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| Is it left to me to worry about those whose feet have slipped from the road?
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| I'm waiting at the crossroads of my expectations
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| Lots of people know me, I don't know them
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| It's frightening me, this tumult of crows
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| Is it left to me to worry about those whose feet have slipped from the road?
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| yeah
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| Sago, Caf-Kef
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| Biatch
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| Caf-Kef-Kef
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| Caf-Kef-Kef
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| Kef-Kef-Kef
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| Cuff-Caf-Caf
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| Kef-Kef
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| Sago, Caf-Kef
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| Pessimist Orchestra |