I already have statesmen in three languages
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and I don't understand myself
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I pissed hundreds of bollards for that
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way downhill to idle
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I still feel like a little boy
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even though I'm a machra, I haven't stopped groping
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And I go to the gate when I don't have a puck
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and I'm looking for a way to happiness on Google maps
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I lost a boat at sea,
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into the wind I ask what to expect?
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In the ears the noise of the waves and the singing of sirens
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and the compass spins and spins
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Ref .:
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Confused by life from the last mill
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and I'm waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel
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Perhaps that light will explain my life
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and it will smell a little lighter
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Confused by life from the last mill
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and I'm waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel
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I run to meet him
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I believe that maybe I will be a little better than it was in the dark
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I already have statesmen in three languages
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I've grown out of a naive flute
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And I play in a game I know from fast cars
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and I don't even know whose puppet I am
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The director doesn't cuddle with me either
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I no longer believe in turnover
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So I keep looking for the lesser between the two evils
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what is hidden under the mask of good
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I lost a boat on the high seas,
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and my ship is heading for the cliffs
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The sound of waves in the head and the desire to break down
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everything that would stand in my way
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Ref .:
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Confused by life from the last mill
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and I'm waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel
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Perhaps that light will explain my life
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and it will smell a little lighter
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Confused by life from the last mill
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and I'm waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel
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I run to meet him
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I believe that maybe I will be a little better than it was in the dark
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I lost my boat and now I'm swimming in it
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but I have a pointer in me
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I just can't hear him through the noise of the crowd
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and the barking of dogs in pulpits
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Confused by life from the last mill
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and I'm waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel
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Perhaps that light will explain my life
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and it will smell a little lighter
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Confused by life from the last mill
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and I'm waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel
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I run to meet him
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I believe that maybe I will be a little better than it was in the dark
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I run to meet him
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I believe that maybe I will be a little better than it was in the dark
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I run to meet him
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I believe that maybe I will be a little better than it was in the dark |