Less drawing
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More truth
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Hell is empty
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All demons are here
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Many will understand, even more will condemn
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Everyone takes an active part in other people's destinies
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Forgetting about your
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Where someone messed up, someone else's is immediately visible
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I'll hide mine so they can't offend
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Support is waiting only for you
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Forgetting to indicate on the envelope of weekdays
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That hour will come and the clock will show the time
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That it's time to change
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And that words lose deeds
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I know that there is no limit to perfection
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Only everyone is afraid to reach it
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I'm not afraid and go forward
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Either against or downwind
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This is a leapfrog constant
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Like the sides of a coin
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Only there is a rib
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Remember there is a crossing on any road
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Where are we hurrying?
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Where are we running?
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What is ours will wait for us
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Past the transition under the cars
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No more haste
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Where are we hurrying?
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Where are we running?
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What is ours will wait for us
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I will go through the transition
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Mine will meet me and smile
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verse 2:
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All the best
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To the fore
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Don't take courage
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Just need to understand
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That there is nothing more than this possible
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And the second turned out to be more important, but here's the trouble
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The ticket to happiness is already in the trash can
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Do you want to go roam like a hungry dog
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Fists hide them, they don’t wave, especially since there wasn’t even a fight
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Even though we love to wave our hands
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It's a fact not to be in time everywhere
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Here again the snake tempter,
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But you need to choose, you need to breathe with your skin
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Raise your bar
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As high as possible
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From the first and further steps boldly walk
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There are musicians in the passages, the homeless,
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Both of them live without the shelter of a spiritual home,
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But they have more is freedom
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I'll throw a trifle for the fact that I don't have it |