I'm up to the dream here at hand,
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But I'm reaching out for another
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Lyre, drugs, smoke
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The muse is lost, instead of the poetics of the streets
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Here on the blade days
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That's why paint, rain, lights
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My Mary is my hometown
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I am for you to the last, right and not extreme
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This is water, fire above the water
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This is my brother and he needs help
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Palms as if to God, and this god
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Paranoia in the red city
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In the red city of high-flyers
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Yes, it's cozy here, but it's cozy in dens
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Yes, there are corrals outside the windows of the red city
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Always be ready to die
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Bitch, remember, fear the pain
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Bitch, day after day, fucked on the floor
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And emptiness, the world is filled with * work
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Everything is so simple under the hydra
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"I was created to be more than these likenesses"
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Under the hood saints
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The sun tells the fire to be put out
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Bitch, remember, fear the pain
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Bitch, day after day, fucked on the floor
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And emptiness, the world is filled with * work
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Everything is so simple under the hydra
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"I was created to be more than these likenesses"
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Under the hood saints
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The sun tells the fire to be put out
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If you cover more heads
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Conquer your world
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I want you with me
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Without you I am not alive
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Forgive me, let my heart beat with a blow
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I want to live, I'm rushing, I want
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See how everyone laughs at it
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Souls fly without trial to the executioner
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Muse girl, he plays priceless as
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Death girl, that's the load
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These are exits, black wings
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It's stupid all the demons, demons
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Tongues of flame whisper: "Love and drugs"
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I'm like that, like it's dark at home
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There is silence, my gloomy room
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You're like the moon, I'm into you like through a window, do you hear?
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Remember fear the pain
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Bitch, day after day, fucked on the floor
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And emptiness, the world is filled with fuck
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Everything is so simple under the hydra
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"I was created to be more than these likenesses"
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Under the hood saints
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The sun tells the fire to be put out
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Bitch, remember, fear the pain
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Bitch, day after day, fucked on the floor
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And emptiness, the world is filled with * work
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Everything is so simple under the hydra
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"I was created to be more than these likenesses"
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Under the hood saints
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The sun tells the fire to be put out |