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Tied up in a moral life, made up like a play |
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Systematized and tamed |
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Play a role in every part, never step aside |
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Too boring and too lame |
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So you kneel... |
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And come crawling at my feet |
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You're dead to me |
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I'm not the one you seek |
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You're dead to me |
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Always living in the past and in lack of words |
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Searching for a fate |
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Waiting for the peak of life, it is all a dream |
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And it's getting much too late |
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Wake up to another world, all the same but new |
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The needs you cannot meet |
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Look around and face the fact, your time is running out |
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Christ is obsolete |
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Yet you kneel... |
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And come crawling at my feet |
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You're dead to me |
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I'm not the one you seek |
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You're dead to me |
