| Conversion, software version 7.0
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| Looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub
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| Eating seeds as a pastime activity
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| The toxicity of our city, our city
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| You, what do you own the world?
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| How do you own disorder, disorder
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| Now somewhere between the sacred silence
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| Sacred silence and sleep
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| Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
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| Disorder, disorder, disorder
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| More wood for the fires, loud neighbors
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| Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
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| Eating seeds as a pastime activity
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| The toxicity of our city, of our city
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| Now, what do you own the world?
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| How do you own disorder, disorder
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| Now somewhere between the sacred silence
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| Sacred silence and sleep
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| Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
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| Disorder, disorder, disorder
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| Now, what do you own the world?
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| How do you own disorder, disorder
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| Now somewhere between the sacred silence
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| Sacred silence and sleep
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| Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
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| Disorder, disorder, disorder
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| When I became the sun
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| I shone life into the man's hearts
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| When I became the sun
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| I shone life into the man's hearts |