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I am a lonely man |
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That lives in a strange labyrinth |
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I don't know how I can scape |
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I am a living statue laying in a bed |
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Only my mind wants to abandom this jail |
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I am a tired woman |
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Full of constant pain because her loved |
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Wants to see her dead |
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I am the the boy that lost his eyes |
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And the one that forget his voice |
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I only want to remain |
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Talking with solitude and to never return |
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I need to feel, I can breathe |
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And my sad heart is free again |
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This world isn't for me |
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So I search other place wherever I can dream |
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Outside reality with my own fantasy |
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We are shadows of the great filth |
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That the hungry made victims of his evil game |
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We are soldiers of fortune far away from home |
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Marching near the fear to a wrong war |
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We are helpless angels slaves of |
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Pleasure that let their own bodies |
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In hands of the devil |
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We're the children of poverty |
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And elders of agony |