From the surfaces of Mars to Venus
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it's one hundred million miles
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That's why when it strikes in the chest,
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so we make a mistake a mistake
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Three thousand three hundred and thirty-four
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kilák is from Bethlehem to Mecca
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It is difficult to accept a foreign truth
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I don't even want to take a step back
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From brain to heart
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is a quarter turn
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and even though it seems like gravel it seems
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I know i can do it
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although it is a mess
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So I run for my heart in my voice
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Ref .:
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I'm moving forward to other escapades
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and if I have a fall today
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I'll feel like flying
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I run from brain to heart
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and at the same time I call myself damn
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perhaps this is not a stupid decision
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I'm moving forward to other escapades
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and if I have a fall today
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I'll feel like flying
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And when it really comes today
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maybe even death will applaud me,
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even my number was not stupid
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In Slapy from the bottom to the surface
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it's more than fifty yards
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And we keep fighting the puppet,
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after all, one free fall was enough
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And from the maternity ward to the cemetery
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it's thirty-six tram stops
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Even those who have transgressed a hundred times believe that
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that the journey is too short
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From brain to heart
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is only half a meter
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And even though it seems like gravel
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I command reason
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on the alarm meters
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And let me follow my heart in a voice
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Ref .:
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I'm moving forward to other escapades
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and if I have a fall today
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I'll feel like flying
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I run from brain to heart
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and at the same time I call myself damn
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perhaps this is not a stupid decision
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I'm moving forward to other escapades
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and if I have a fall today
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I'll feel like flying
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And when it really comes today
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maybe even death will applaud me,
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that my number wasn't stupid
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Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri
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forward to the next escapades
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with a determination to drip
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Ref .:
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I'm moving forward to other escapades
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and if I have a fall today
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I'll feel like flying
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I run from brain to heart
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and at the same time I call myself damn
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perhaps this is not a stupid decision
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I'm moving forward to other escapades
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and if I have a fall today
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I'll feel like flying
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And when it really comes today
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maybe even death will applaud me,
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that my number wasn't stupid
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Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri
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forward to the next escapades
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Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri
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with a determination to drip
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Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri
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forward to the next escapades
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Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri Fri
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with no determination to drip
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