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Met destinies. |
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The lights it's turned in this dark city. |
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Distant odors, thousand people are crossed. |
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It seems what time the world he is stopped, |
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have you seen the clouds close him? |
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Your god cannot now observe you anymore. |
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Don't be afraid, look me up to when the time will be firm. |
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Hate, Pain, the melancholy, |
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his is what is in this small world. |
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Sounds and confused colors as drugs of Oriental countries, |
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mixed in the dense blood of whom has never try. |
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You try to smell what flows in my veins. |
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You will discover what the terrestrial world has always hidden you. |
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If you want you close the lights, you escapes and you howls, |
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what do you want, |
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but forever you must listen the noise of the time. |
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The deafening noise of the liquid hour. |
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The fear, this is what the world hide you, |
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For what every days your eyes are open? |
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To do what of certain and sure? |
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Only to run in front of the end. |