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There is a flood of sensations |
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Acting inside of me |
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Some bloody dark tentations |
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Are trying to invite me |
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My body is weak, everything feels empty |
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Where is my place |
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I don't wanna be a number of this crazy |
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Endless reace |
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I hear a sweet attractive sound |
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It pushes me down to the underground |
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There where my questions have no sense |
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And every rush takes its end |
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I need a deep real harmony |
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Between me and the world I see |
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I can't accept the ignorance |
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To live here I need a chance |
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I'm searching for a look of communication |
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A sign of a smile |
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But nobody wants to be my salvation |
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Everyone runs after time |
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Only considering their own little person |
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Too busy to share |
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Sure that is the best version |
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Of self care |
