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You know that you have got |
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Whatever you want |
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But now all is worn-out |
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Wherever you go decays |
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And you can feel |
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The surgeon whets the steel |
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And now you want to break the hourglass |
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You can't hold the time of innocence |
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The sands are running out |
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Dirty surfaces |
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Lost paradise |
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Dirty surfaces |
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No way out |
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Black rain ashes and flames |
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Are heaven's tears |
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Go on with senseless pride |
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And digital mind |
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The world is a broker's gain |
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But nature cries sold out! |
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And now you want to break the hourglass |
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You can't hold the time of innocence |
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The sands are running out |
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Dirty surfaces |
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Lost paradise |
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Dirty surfaces |
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No way out |
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You know that you have got |
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Whatever you want |
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But now You don't know what is knowledge or ignorance |
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You're convinced of freedom you don't have |
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Damned to live on |
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Dirty surfaces |
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Lost paradise |
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Dirty surfaces |
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No way out |