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Some terrifying and distressing images |
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On a blue wallpaper, in the holes of my eyes |
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Some cracked and rubbish stuffs |
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I can't sleep, I have the fucking the fucking speed |
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The bass sounds go up through my pillow |
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And I can't stand it anymore |
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I'm throwing myself off the bed |
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I'm gonna go out, I'm gonna do it |
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I want to see dead lazers in the night |
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I don't care about the distance |
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I want to see dead lazers in the night |
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It's the only thing I want |
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I want to see dead lazers in the night |
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Those we can see flirting with the stars |
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Before crashing on the empty highways |
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They bring you up to a vital point, |
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In the middle of the greyness, |
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On the edge of the city |
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Above the industrial zones |
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They are kings and queens |
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On the roof of the disco |
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That's where I'm going to |
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I want to see dead lazers in the night |
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I don't care about the distance |
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I want to see dead lazers in the night |
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It's the only thing I want |
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I arrive, I draw a circle around myself |
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Nobody talks, everybody dances |
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Dancing for the sake of dancing |
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Letting out for the sake of letting out |
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We don't care about the rest |
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We'll see that closely |
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Farther, higher, we'll be better |
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Soon we'll be tired |
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Everything will calm down in the morning |
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Maybe, at last, we'll be fine |
