| Our wings are on fire
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| We flew, and now we go
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| We flew, and now we go
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| After all, our wings burned with fire
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| We just want our piece of the pie (You know)
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| I sang with the same as myself, my hand washes my hand
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| Our souls came from afar, inscrutable ways
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| We're looking for our lost paradise, but we can't find it
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| We are looking for our lost paradise
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| (We're looking for the lost paradise)
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| We are looking for our lost paradise
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| (Looking for the lost paradise)
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| We are looking for our lost paradise
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| (Looking for night and day)
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| We are looking for our lost paradise
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| (And someday we will be in it, but now ...)
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| Complex answers are stored in DNA
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| But ... taking off a little, we spit down
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| Just a snake tempts cunningly
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| I don't know if you can resist
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| So many motherfuckers flew so high
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| That even angels will soon want to shoot
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| The crowd has a female name
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| Lady must be pleased
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| Gladiator heads fly to the ground
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| But do they leave the body with dignity?
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| And my eyes are squinted
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| We were taught from childhood not to trust strangers
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| And I smoked their hatred, purebred
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| Stuck on it, began to hate myself
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| I am born from god
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| But for some reason I'm still eating in a reserved seat |
| I was born to inspire them
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| Somehow that smolders in McCartney's bundle
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| In search of paradise, they forgot about the roots,
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| Do I remember mine? |
| (I'm talking about mine)
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| My new name has become a brand
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| For everyone, even for my family
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| This city sweeps away the remnants of love
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| Wields a broom like a real janitor
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| Don't talk too much
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| Cut off your tongue or tear out the muzzle with meat
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| People forgive with difficulty
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| Therefore, in their eyes I am reflected godless
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| And this track
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| Like a ticket to my smooth skull and under my skin
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| We just want our piece of the pie (You know)
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| I sang with the same as myself, my hand washes my hand
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| Our souls came from afar, inscrutable ways
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| We're looking for our lost paradise, but we can't find it
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| We are looking for our lost paradise
|
| (We're looking for the lost paradise)
|
| We are looking for our lost paradise
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| (Looking for the lost paradise)
|
| We are looking for our lost paradise
|
| (Looking for night and day)
|
| We are looking for our lost paradise
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| (And someday we will be in it, but now ...)
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| Our wings are on fire
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| We flew, and now we go
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| We flew, and now we go
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| After all, our wings burned with fire
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| Empty eye sockets full of insects
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| In clean ears pour so sweetly |
| The voices of these arrogant scum
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| I have changed here beyond recognition
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| You don't see me before
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| The flow is cold, the orchestra is powerful
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| Only some pawns roar after us
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| My brothers stayed in the regions
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| Someone in a suit was sent down
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| But there are also
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| Who became icons for Generation X
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| I am who I am, do you hear?
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| Your size - no more, no less
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| And my truth may sound like tin
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| Keep children and women away from screens
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| We are guests on this planet
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| The true home is kept secret
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| And our ego is a complicated thing
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| Jazz recording on space tape
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| I try to be honest with them
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| Throughout your career, therefore
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| My songs taste like my blood
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| Press play and open my veins
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| I am not waging this war alone,
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| But there are so many demons - oh my god!
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| Next toast to all these angels
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| What go with me side by side
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| In this crazy fight
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| On the other side, every threshold is under attack,
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| But there are so many demons - oh my god!
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| Our wings are on fire
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| We flew, and now we go
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| We flew, and now we go
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| After all, our wings burned with fire |