| This is a revolt
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| Let the ocean through my veins
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| The streets will be painted in violet
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| All the remains turn into violence
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| We fall apart
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| Because…
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| This is the pain of the fucking progress
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| At least we say that we’ve got nothing to prove
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| But if we still believe in our dreams
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| Is it true that we’ve got nothing
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| We’ve got nothing to lose?
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| This is a revolt
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| At least we fall, let the heaven through my tired eyes
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| Before the streets will be colored in red
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| Cause all the remains, I will keep, in my fucking head
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| Till I’m dead
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| Till I’m dead
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| Till I’m dead
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| We bury each other
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| (Till I’m dead, till I’m dead)
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| Till the consequence strikes like a bomb
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| And delete everything
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| So let the ocean through my veins
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| Now, it gets bright around us
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| We don’t care about time and dance
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| Dance as long as we can
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| Our feet cannot keep still, because the world is moving too fast
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| And this is not the end but the last time that we will fall apart
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| I will fall apart, I will fall apart
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| Till I’m dead
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| Till I’m dead
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| Till I’m dead I’ve got
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| Till I’m dead I’ve got nothing
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| Till I’m dead I’ve got nothing
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| Till I’m dead I’ve, I’ve got nothing to lose
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| This is a revolt against the flowers on my empty grave |