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It's aimless journey by the sun |
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The way not to feel the hits |
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By the way they will remain gap |
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Under earth preparing the catastrophes |
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And... Like an automatic remedy |
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I heard your voice |
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I want my own shout |
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I want my own shout |
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This is contagious, really contagious |
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I'm not the puppet of your dreams |
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I'm the owner of my new new new day |
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I want my own shout |
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I want my own shout |
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The world has fallen asleep |
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In the mass has to be a hole |
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To slide away, to slide away, to slide away, to slide away |
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Dark land colour, ravens and sparrows |
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Half a punch in the table and like |
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An automatic remedy |
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I heard your voice |
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I want my own shout |
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I want my own shout |
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This is contagious, really contagious |
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I'm not the puppet of your dreams |
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I'm the owner of my new new new day |
|
It's aimless journey by the sun |
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The way not to feel the hits |
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By the way they will remain gap |
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Under earth preparing the catastrophes |
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And... I want my own shout |
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I want my own shout (x2) |
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I want my own shout |
