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Trough times, throughout the millenniums |
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With the birth, of thoughts and religions |
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The society, has developed a dualistic conception |
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Of the world, of the universe |
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Of the life, of what's around me, you, us. |
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Two sides, for any medals |
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Bipolar, male and female |
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Personalities, limited by this bi-conception |
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Of the world, of the universe |
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Of the life, of what's around of me, you, us. |
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Unwritten law, unspoken rule, primal instinct or right intuition, what's the solution? |
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Standardized vision |
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Our mind prison |
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Just two opposite poles |
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Nevermind, you'll see the way |
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As the fate will start for our decay |
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When we won't see again this desolation |
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In that time, believe me, you 'll discover all! |
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There's no white without black |
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No grey in our way |
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There's no light without dark |
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No beauty without horror |
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Psycho-limitation, wrong direction, no solution, just two faces, just two parts, mental division: pragmatic gemini. . |
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And with the fading of light, when skies bow to night, |
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I'm the one, |
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I'm the son |
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And the prisoner of my thoughts |
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Inestimable gift, or cause for not to sleep, my dreams, my whishes my will to know what's the truth beyond strange mind, my mind when it thinks what you never think strange eyes, my eyes when they see what you never see .and sometimes, two of these opposite parts melt, generating a life. |
