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After opening your head |
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We see what's been moving you |
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Your untiring tries to hold |
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To your unfaithomable ideas |
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What you couldn't render hearable |
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Until all of your unfinished songs were |
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Gone gone gone |
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But the shiny years are over |
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Gone |
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Irreplacable |
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You should be out there in the streets |
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Marching rioting... |
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You should be out there in the streets |
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Not here |
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In your infinite excuse |
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Why fear what's your engine? |
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Why fear what's your engine? |
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You should celebrate |
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To be alive |
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You should celebrate |
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The wall of hate |
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That keeps your mind apart |