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In a red sunny day |
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They walk leaving their road |
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Rolls of heavy steel animals, |
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Driven from work by thirst |
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In the sand storm, |
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The deceitful family advances |
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Bewitching elegant magicians, |
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Mister, you sell lies and death |
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I see your future in my sphere |
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I see the path, that walks in your hand |
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With them alone, it becomes invisible |
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With them alone, I promise I give you the sky |
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This drink tastes of death, |
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And has the flavour of the lie |
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How much does it want pay for it, |
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Soon they are going to an end |
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I want to become strong, |
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I wanna steer wheel |
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Now the death circus is distant, |
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But it's closer to hell |