| The black door of a big neglected building
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| They call it papermill, we call it excess
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| I step inside, cold light shines
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| From a lantern outside, i feel depressed
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| I know this way well, so i walk down
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| To the basement to meet «me», friend
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| The rave-party starts right now
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| I ask for pills, enjoy that thrill
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| Going, going to, yo
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| Going to the center
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| Let me arrive
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| Going to the center
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| Splitting my life
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| The first song they play, my heart beats fast
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| I feel the tension, escape from within
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| The bassdrum’s hammering in my head
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| The dancefloor quakes, it makes me awake
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| The entrance to a better world somewhere in me
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| Calls for me, some kind of error
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| I dance a thousand years or more
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| I’m lost in a vision, a lovely terror
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| Going, going to, yo
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| Going to the center
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| Let me arrive
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| Going to the center
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| Splitting my life
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| A few hours passed by, i’m still dancing
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| It keeps me moving on, the beat and the sound
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| I find myself on the floor as i dance some more
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| It got me down
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| Going, going to, yo
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| Going to the center
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| Let me arrive… |