| In the tail of the scorpion, in the teeth of the snake
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| In the thorns of the tree, the human tongue is loaded with venom.
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| And the creature has no difference
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| This is the home of creatures and their own creations.
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| What you built and destroyed
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| It flies over what I've left and looked after
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| my pages
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| The rebel of the wind has entered the arm of what I have burned
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| I was there now, I am with you
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| Share this last breath between you now
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| Lain traitor crushed under these heavy meanings
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| "You are in grave condition," says the seer.
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| «This is not you, where is your property?»
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| old boy calm
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| You see beautiful, I think they are all ugly
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| "One foot on top of the face." |
| he says lie
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| My stomach is full of lies and bloated
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| A field of hatred does not give love
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| The grudge is pretty much
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| He's speaking to me from me:
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| "Thinking makes you tired" rest a little or shut yourself up, whatever you want.
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| is it good? |
| "Silence!" |
| i say
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| He's speaking to me from me:
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| "You need to calm down a bit."
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| Then I spoke to me: "I'm really fed up."
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| is it good? |
| "Silence!" |
| i say
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| I'm telling myself, I'm listening to myself
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| So much to say, nothing to bear
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| is it good? |
| "Silence!" |
| i say
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| I'm telling myself, I'm listening to myself
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| So much to say, nothing to bear
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| is it good? |
| "Silence!" |
| i say
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| no, no
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| What kind of tension did you find peace with?
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| Kin, war is your oath? |
| Say it in your broken Turkish!
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| Move with your exhausted state, blow with your mind
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| What did my eyes see at my young age, wow
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| What month or year of self-deception is today?
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| You've waited as long as aged wine, your time is running short
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| Man is smart but stuck with the fools
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| The fools who became wiser than a fool have multiplied
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| Again, I wrapped the tobacco in a shroud and set it on fire with my hands.
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| I'm satisfied with what I've seen
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| Back up with a bulletproof vest while the bullet is having platonic love
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| I'm an ordinary honey bee, my job is with the honeycomb
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| The joy of living, which is more frightening than the fear of death
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| Maybe that's why he looks like Leonardo Da Vinci from Mona Lisa
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| I'm early again
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| Luckily, he woke up early, guard against the thief.
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| He's speaking to me from me:
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| "Thinking makes you tired" rest a little or shut yourself up, whatever you want.
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| is it good? |
| "Silence!" |
| i say
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| He's speaking to me from me:
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| "You need to calm down a bit."
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| Then I spoke to me: "I'm really fed up."
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| is it good? |
| "Silence!" |
| i say
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| I'm telling myself, I'm listening to myself
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| So much to say, nothing to bear
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| is it good? |
| "Silence!" |
| i say
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| I'm telling myself, I'm listening to myself
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| So much to say, nothing to bear
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| is it good? |
| "Silence!" |