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The day'll be grey? It said |
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I've got to chase the early rising sun next day |
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To look for the highest place to rest and stay |
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Don't understand the bodyless voice |
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"Your brain - frightening?!" |
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I think I have to flee from here |
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Don't dare to chase the early rising sun one day |
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Or am I condemned forever in try |
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To break the rules of fools |
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"They will exist without decay!" |
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The rules survive all skeletons and passing-bells |
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Whose pinball-wizzard do I have to play |
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To be ravished and plundered and ripped up |
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And hidden by supernatural voices inside my frightened brain |
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The murderer's hand is ruling human life |
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And I do question my surrender |
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I do not want - just to survive - |
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Forever fear her squeezing me as rough as tender |
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She is the one as light as heat |
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She burns the shadow's outline harder |
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She lives by bearing life indeed |
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We live, we die! - But don't seem ever to regard her |
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Time starts to burn my sinner - skin |
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NOW! Shall I flee or shall I try to follow? |
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Are my conditions wise enough to win? |
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Or are the idol's eyes adoring me because I am as weak as hollow? |
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The human flesh is chasing superficial glory |
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The crashing light impress burnin', dyin' eye |
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That is how rare has been experience in history |
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To raise the mind in wisdom instead of learning how to kill and die |
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This day did nearly pass like all the others |
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Only a deeper doubt arose in me |
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I'll search the place on upper dyin' covers |
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Just to control, or do I try to make you trust in me |
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I think I have to flee from here |
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Don't dare to chase the early rising sun one day |
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Or am I condemned forever in try |
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To break the rules of fools |
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Wasted time, grey light |
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Proclaim my duty |
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To be prepared for final mistake |