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There is an eye behind my eye |
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Watching my eye watching my eye |
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You see some facts and you can't deny |
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Watching my eye watching my eye |
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Contradictions of mankind |
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Watching my eye watching my eye |
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Standing on the same line |
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Holding tight the ropes of time |
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To pull us through this mud and grime |
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That is what we called the perfect crime |
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Wave goodbye to the judging birds |
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And close the chains of their cage |
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Feed them to smile but keep their wings |
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Away to avoid the cruelty of their rage |
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Watching my eye watching my eye |
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Wave goodbye to the judging birds |
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And close the chains of their cage |
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Feed them to smile but keep their wings |
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Away to avoid the cruelty of their rage |
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It is a matter of time and soon they all will die |
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The sky is near the day is short |
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But the tunes are still very high |
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The less my heart is free |
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The more my passion will destroy |
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I heard some voices calling me |
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Pretty was their poetry |
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But so deep was the hole |
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Although I thought I reached my goal |
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So I started at the centre and was ready to enter |
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Standing on the same line |
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Holding tight the ropes of time |
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To pull us through this mud and grime |
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That is what we called the perfect crime |
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Different copies of the same |
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Construction of this game |
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Along with all these kinds of pain |
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No one is left to blame |
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Standing on the same line |
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Holding tight the ropes of time |
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To pull us through this mud and lust |
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That is what we called the mind in dust |
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Different copies of the same |
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Construction of this game |
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Along with all these kinds of pain |
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No one is left to blame |
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Lame |
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Wave goodbye to the judging birds |
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And close the chains of their cage |
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Feed them to smile but keep their wings |
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Away to avoid the cruelty of their rage |
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It is a matter of time and soon they all will die |
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The sky is near the day is short |
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But the tunes are still very high |
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Watching my eye watching my eye |
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I learned to believe I learned to lie |
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I learned to live I learned to die |
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The sky is near, the day is short |
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But the tunes are still very high |
