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A child in the womb, |
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magic silence of the life, |
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easy, like the sky and the sea, |
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always. |
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Day after day, |
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step by step, the things are clear, |
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the white, the black, and the time, |
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again. |
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Then, I take my heart, or my brain, and I feel all |
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the calm and the peace, wandering love, of the wait,... |
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wait... |
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wait... |
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GOTHIC DESCRIPTION |
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OF A MELODY LIKE A JUST WAR, |
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FLASHBACK IN MY EYES |
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AND NUMBERS WITHOUT A PLACING. |
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GOTHIC DESCRIPTION, |
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I NEED A NEW POINT OF VIEW, |
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LINEAR PERSPECTIVE, |
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NEW TOOLS AND NEW RELIGION. |
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A child in my arms, |
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magic knowledge on the skin, |
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easy, like the water and the wind, |
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always. |
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And now I know. |
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The liquid strength is in the hands, |
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the life is in the hands. |
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Just. |
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prechorus |
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chorus |
