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Darkness and nothing else in his eyes |
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And once again he awakes in this closed unknown chamber |
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Explaining parts of childhood coming to him |
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His remembers are woolly, no birth-date |
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Past forgotten |
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Vicious, dangerous, incurable |
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As all the other times he's searching for his brother |
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Supposing that he owes him this new solitary confinement |
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Fixed glance, he pricks up the ear |
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Assuring us he knows who's behind the door |
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Negation of our existence |
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He begins to speak alone |
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Who are you? Are you the other me? |
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How could I know who I am? I'm just a half of myself |
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Again I feel this pain |
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Do you hear my voice behind this fucking door? |
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I hear you my brother |
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why have they put us in a strange place? |
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Why don't I remember? |
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I have to tell you something, we've done something evil |
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We have murdered our father |
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We've done it together |
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Dissociation of mind always torn between fraternal love and hate |
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He refuses to pay the price for his fault |
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Fit of anger he violently breaks the door |
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And as he realizes what stand behind |
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Not his brother but absolutely nothing |
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[Chorus] |