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zuò qǔ : Sammet |
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Longing for silence. . . " Always faster" is the way that we go. |
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Not a little patience. . . |
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Higher, farer, better we grow. |
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The beast is rising, it' s tantalizing those who are taking the time. |
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Alienation. . . |
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A revelation. . . |
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Straight to the end of the line. . . |
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The cold chill you feel is no dream it' s for real we don' t follow |
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Fly! Riding away. . . |
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Rising today. . . |
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No we don' t play your headless game! |
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We are alive, don' t say goodbye. |
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Fly! Riding away. . . |
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Rising today. . . |
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No we don' t play your headless game! |
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We are alive, don' t say goodbye. |
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Cast out from |
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Eden. . . You don' t like what we are in your eyes. |
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We' re leading the treason on the race you run, the way of your life. |
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I am danger, |
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I' m a stranger cause |
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I don' t give in to your call. |
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And not until she is satisfied we can come and explode and we fall! ! ! |
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We' re blowing the flame of your headless game: |
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We don' t follow! |
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Fly! Riding away. . . |
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Rising today. . . |
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No we don' t play your headless game! |
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We are alive, don' t say goodbye. |
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Fly! Riding away. . . |
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Rising today. . . |
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No we don' t play your headless game! |
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We are alive, don' t say goodbye. |
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Longing for silence. . . " Always faster" is the way that we go. |
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Not a little patience. . . |
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Higher, farer, better we grow |
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Fly! Riding away. . . |
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Rising today. . . |
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No we don' t play your headless game! |
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We are alive, don' t say goodbye. |
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Fly! Riding away. . . |
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Rising today. . . |
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No we don' t play your headless game! |
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We are alive, don' t say goodbye. . . . In their eyes we are insane! But aren' t daydreamers only the escapists of a soulless view of life? . . . |