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I've a thousand ways to ruin all, |
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But I'm walking to poor choices |
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A negative pulse will be searching for me. |
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Immobilised in the cerebral cell |
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I'm observing my steps...in vain... |
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Are you coming to poison my remarks? |
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This grating |
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Offers Protective trees and feeble barriers, |
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But is too distant, |
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The innocence's round dance. |
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My various eyes are melting, 'cause the past is kidding me with the same |
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Consoling mask, (But) |
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I'm coming to |
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The Passage, |
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The exit from this opaque, filthy case..... |
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Come to listen....it's so refined the whisper of my rise (I'm) coming to the passage! |
