| Energy comes from the sea as long it’s running free
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| Children of all ages breath the earth so naturally
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| Floating over countries in slow motion like a lotion to feel free
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| See the children grow up in the times of nowadays
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| Playing in the back streets with a false smile on their face
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| Soon they’ll grow up, soon they’ll show a lazy sometimes crazy detached race
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| When we try to make a sight of what it’s gonna be
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| We just have to choose between the back streets and the sea
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| Since we got not real fair choice we better let the whole world to the streams
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| Energy comes from the sea as long it’s running free
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| Children of all ages breath the earth so naturally
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| Floating over countries in slow motion like a lotion to feel free
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| You think you’re living in some sort of paradise
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| Out of your dollars and nobody cannot rise
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| You think you’re living in some sort of life
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| Out of your future and out of your time
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| You’re out of future
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| You’ve broken with the past
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| Your clothes won’t suit you
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| And lonely nights seem never to pass
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| You’re out of future
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| You’ve broken with the past
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| Your clothes won’t suit you
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| And lonely nights seem never to pass
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| You think you’re living in some sort of paradise
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| You thank the servants and nobody cannot rise
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| You think you’re living in some sort of life
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| Out of your future and out of your time
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| Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!
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| (She looked like instant pudding, it
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| It was the…)
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| (Instrumental) |