| After last excitement, having a nap,
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| I dreamed my dreams to refill a mind’s gap:
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| the only way to shake off foreign control,
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| to get the state of independence for my soul.
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| Awaking fast like falling and a hit,
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| back at reality recalling every shit —
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| entirely lost this supreme gift of foreign space
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| in this narrowness of life.
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| Digital rules for this newborn game.
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| For the time of numbers, erased is every name.
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| Digital rules for this newborn game.
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| For the time of numbers, erased is every name.
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| Since the chains of reason captured our minds
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| we’re forgetting feelings, we’re slowly getting blind.
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| State gravity tugs us on the floor
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| to prevent our nature urge to soar.
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| Gravity is present.
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| Gravity is present.
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| Gravity is present to prevent our souls.
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| Gravity is present to prevent our time.
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| Gravity is present to prevent our love.
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| Gravity is present in a moment divine.
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| Digital rules for this newborn game.
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| For the time of numbers, erased is every name.
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| Digital rules for this newborn game.
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| For the time of numbers, erased is every name. |