| My demons are already in your paradise
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| And then somebody gets killed.
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| I play with them right on the edge
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| (right, right on the edge)
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| Meet me, dear Nocturne.
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| They will arrange a terrorist attack here,
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| And I don't have to choose
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| One explosion and everything is in dreams,
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| But I'd rather lie there:
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| Where we straighten our shoulders like Atlantes,
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| Where counterclockwise and away from the hearse.
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| And here it is karma, and here it is the truth.
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| (naked truth)
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| Angels hardly fly that long
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| They can't leave airports.
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| The vaunted stability is no stronger than nylon.
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| (no no no)
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| Everyone keeps saying - I'm insane, I'm insane
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| They believe, but in whom, not in me
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| Show me the credits, Creator
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| For the first time I want to know all the names.
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| Coming out of the labyrinth of hugs,
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| I fall asleep for the first time in ages.
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| All the wings on a hanger, no, no, I'm not crazy,
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| It's just that I often called, but I'm filled with hope.
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| Hey, sweet lady, be quiet, be polite,
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| You are able to change the world, but everything remains the same.
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| (everything stays the same)
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| The sky won't answer us all, don't care about LTE, GSM signal,
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| But what will they say when my faith is gone forever?
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| I'm climbing up, I'm climbing up! |
| Hey, look, I'm climbing up
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| Mining the head office under the yoke of bright comets, the end.
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| Reconstruction of paradise, everyone is cute on fire.
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| The phone is no longer busy, because there is no one there.
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| Everyone says I'm insane, I'm insane.
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| They believe, but in whom, not in me?
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| Show me the credits, Creator
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| For the first time I want to know all the names.
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| Coming out of the labyrinth of hugs,
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| I fall asleep for the first time in ages. |