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It seems like delusion |
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Haunting me every day |
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There is mysterious fusion |
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Inside me... Mind astray! |
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Oh, I feel like pack of cards |
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I was made of few |
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Contradictory parts |
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[CHORUS] |
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First part says: |
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"Let your convictions rot!" |
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Second part says: |
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"Do not!" |
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Someone says: |
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"Ignore the truth" |
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Someone says: |
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"Listen to your muse" |
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Sick and tired of eternal confrontation |
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Don't want hear anymore useless conversations |
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I'm just a third half |
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Of myself |
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Starting study |
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My own body |
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Falling to pieces |
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By kicks and kisses |
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I have no power |
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I'm hero and I'm coward |
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Multiplicity, the gallery of faces |
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On the run all the days, from sixes to aces |
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My ingenuity |
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And imagination |
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Take priority |
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Over reputation |
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My second part |
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Dislikes this way |
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Misgivings keep |
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Running through my veins... |
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First half screams |
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Brings me to the boil |
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Gathering and |
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Storing up the spoils |
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Second half sings |
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Rights all the wrongs |
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And I can hear |
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These graceful songs |
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[CHORUS] |
