Some rest under the waves
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Some live under severe pressure
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Some people live a long time just keeping silent
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And Funeral music plays in the background
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Some rest under the waves
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Some live under severe pressure
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Some people live a long time just keeping silent
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What gets you up at six in the morning every day?
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Running into the cold night, you won't go to work bored
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Life is a test that you can't pass alone
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It tests my heart, and you can't control that
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Have to but accept that one day it will stop
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And enjoyment is the only good reason to live
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Groups are born, stupid people ask questions, the weak need help
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Falling regrets, everyone regrets sometimes and wants to go back to the beginning
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Where others have theses, I have my memoirs and my bruises
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The other repeats blacker, my notebook inks kii
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It feels great when you have degrees
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Because this isn't TV and you don't get slow motion replays
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And you can hardly find what I'm missing in the ditch
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No matter what you have, I can't see the trouble
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My ship is guided by the waves and sometimes I sink to the bottom
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It doesn't bother me at all, because you wouldn't have wasted time on garbage |
Some rest under the waves
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Some live under severe pressure
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Some people live a long time just keeping silent
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And Funeral music plays in the background
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I fought until the end, no matter what
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Learn to read the map correctly and it doesn't veana vikal rastil
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That's what makes you stick to a gun
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That's what gets you used to it
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As long as we live, we know how to be afraid
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We have a task, to spy and to collect information
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Everyone takes it in their own circle
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And it won't be in vain, that wonderful mistake
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Bad and good, there are no wrong choices
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It's a bad feeling that life isn't perfect
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Sometimes shit is all you want to feel sorry for
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Sometimes the torture is the one you don't think you can hear
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But what people fear the most is what they can't see
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Check the fire doors, don't leave your back against the wall
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At some point you will learn that you need time to work
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Because in the end, the heart can only fit one mother
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Some rest under the waves
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Some live under severe pressure
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Some people live a long time just keeping silent
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And Funeral music plays in the background
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The gang turns its back on the heart, afraid to live |
Afraid that they will never get anything or anyone
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Waking up lets you sleep, lets your dreams drown
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Too small for an hourglass where futility runs
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Panic when you drink, just before the bar closes
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Where are you in dunis or in the pulpit, I'll keep walking
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Don't smoke ganja, burn money and take a stand
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Don't lose your life, buy your own house in Vantaa
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It's all the same trap, pay any shit
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Someone is always on the way to the door to answer you
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And you are hugged only by thieves who pour on foot
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To the cement of the words before you pull the rug from under you
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And you don't see me as the limit of the world for worshiping money
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The ball of my leg gives me a lot of strength when I fall down
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Again, at Alko's cash register, I wonder if it's the globe or the screen
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But whatever came to be done, you did the best
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Some rest under the waves
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Some live under severe pressure
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Some people live a long time just keeping silent
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And Funeral music plays in the background |