Look, neighbors-windows are not extinguished,
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Padiki are smoking on their haunches, on ...
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On the walls there are columns and dashes,
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We stay for the winter in fives
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Elvis doesn't leave the building
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Sitting posting memories
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And measure the distance
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Between reality and expectation
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We're here just like that, for no reason, for no reason, for no reason
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Forest, water and plains
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We rule, poison, chop and burn!
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Just surviving, serving quarantine
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We are waiting for something...
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Look at the acid color of that river
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And how beautifully the glaciers are melting,
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And how the hearths of fires bloom
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Redder from the red book of the reddest line
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As if we are here temporarily
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And there's a quarantine sign on the door
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Like we'll ever fly away
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Leaving the ball spinning
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Dark and empty
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What will happen to us is long forgotten
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And where are we going, saving miles
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In clouds of radiation dust
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Thousands, thousands of years...
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Who are we here? |
There is an answer
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"Man is the virus of the planet"
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And this is a minus, but there is no plus
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But there is no plus
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But there is no plus
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We're just here waiting for the apocalypse
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In areas and cells of a sick society
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We're just here waiting for the apocalypse
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And looking for remedies for boredom and loneliness |