Here for money they relieve pain,
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Redeem love and shame
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And there will be a role for everyone -
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Who is washed with tears, who is washed with blood
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Here for each his own fog,
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Evil dreams and just paradise...
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Everyone believes in their gods
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And in fact, it runs to the edge.
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Here pennies are forged out of faith.
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Here is a shelter for spitting souls,
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What comes out of the windows into silence,
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Who is on the last, who is on the first path.
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Here they burn themselves to the ground,
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So that at least a moment, but be fire
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And fall in love with mirrors
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To disappear on an obscure day ...
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Here in the meaningless they seek the essence,
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Here the sources are covered with moss,
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It's so hard to find your way here
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And it's so easy to fall to the bottom.
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This world is for people like us.
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This world is doomed to us.
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But reality cannot be changed
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And we live in it here and now.
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Here they fight for the right to live.
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Here tears interfere with blood.
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Here and alive just to rot,
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And to know love posthumously.
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Here dirt is hidden behind gold.
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Pain and moan behind smiles.
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Only death walks without hiding,
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Distributing peace and sleep.
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Here in the meaningless they seek the essence,
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Here the sources are covered with moss,
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It's so hard to find your way here
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And it's so easy to fall to the bottom.
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This world is for people like us.
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This world is doomed to us.
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But reality cannot be changed
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And we live in it here and now |