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Conversion, software version 7.0 |
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looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub |
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eating seeds as a pastime activity |
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the toxicity of our city, of our city |
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Now, what do you own the world? |
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how do you own disorder, disorder |
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Now somewhere between the sacred silence |
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Sacred silence and sleep |
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somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep |
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disorder, disorder, disorder |
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More wood for the fires, loud neighbours |
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flashlight riveries caught in the headlights of a truck |
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eating seeds as a pastime activity |
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the toxicity of our city, of our city |
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Now, what do you own the world? |
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how do you own disorder, disorder |
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Now somewhere between the sacred silence |
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Sacred silence and sleep |
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somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep |
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disorder, disorder, disorder |
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Now, what do you own the world? |
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how do you own disorder, disorder |
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Now somewhere between the sacred silence |
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Sacred silence and sleep |
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somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep |
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disorder, disorder, disorder |
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When I became the sun |
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I shone life into the man's hearts |
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When I became the sun |
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I shone life into the man's hearts |
