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In transit you pass among the strangers of the world |
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Paying tribute to the thief who stole away your shadow |
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You look into the bedrock and listen to the bells |
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Calling liquid lust, call for solid white |
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I see the stalker in your face, the secrets on your skin |
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I keep the wisdom that you need, the password that you want |
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I feel the stalker in your mind, the fire in your veins |
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No hope to be released |
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I see the stalker in your face, the secrets on your skin |
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I keep the wisdom that you need, the password that you want |
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I feel the stalker in your mind, the fire in your veins |
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No hope to be released |
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I'm a multitude of travels to the other side |
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Through the broken wall, I saw your fellow man |
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To the west of the horizon there is a bitter wind |
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And if you try to sense the smell of your face |
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For you found the keyhole, but you lost your backbone |
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No courage left to join the march of endless time |
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You saw the sleep of habit on those who walk in trance |
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To their catatonic aimless lives |
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I see the stalker in your face, the secrets on your skin |
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I keep the wisdom that you need, the password that you want |
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I feel the stalker in your mind, the fire in your veins |
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No hope to be released |
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I see the stalker in your face, the secrets on your skin |
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I keep the wisdom that you need, the password that you want |
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I feel the stalker in your mind, the fire in your veins |
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No hope to be released |
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So let them start the engine, grinding mountain dust |
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And reproduce your ego, too much is not enough |
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You dig holes through the earth to meet the king of worms |
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To steal away his wisdom and learn to decompose |
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You chant like fifty Indians, to charm the prince of eagles |
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To learn the art of seeing and the tongue of the winds |
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So don't you try to fool me, for I watch your every move |
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We are kindred spirits, like two voices in the wild |
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I see the stalker in your face, the secrets on your skin |
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I keep the wisdom that you need, the password that you want |
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I feel the stalker in your mind, the fire in your veins |
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No hope to be released |
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I see the stalker in your face, the secrets on your skin |
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I keep the wisdom that you need, the password that you want |
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I feel the stalker in your mind, the fire in your veins |
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No hope to be released |
