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Seeds of the wind don't fight for the slipstream |
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Child of the love torn fighter of the love dream |
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Seeds that are wind born Return to the heartland |
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Minds that are hate-worn must return to its inner hand |
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Tears of the lonely should be flown like a stream |
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Love man and lovers only feel the power of a dream |
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The taking makes you weary it robs you of your patience |
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It kills your very contact with the journeys of the ancients |
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Whatever you strive to believe in; don't make a man a victim |
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The knowledge of our slumber is keeping people under |
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Awake and decipher the dreams and the music |
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A gift from the wiser but the fool wouldn't use it |
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There is a way I found |
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Hiding in the depths of my vision |
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Thoughts never lie but my voice is the cloud |
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Only courage intervenes in my decisions, so |
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Today I will cling to a friend |
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Telling her to meet within her mind and not a passion |
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Let us understands our movements |
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I'm making some improvements in the way I play my fashion |
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Away with the bonds of shame |
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Light liberates dark, the night bring mayhem |
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Away with psychological games |
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Our betters see the warnings |
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A dawn will repave them |
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I dispense with a sense that craves |
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Our knowledge to be slaves |
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The ignorance is linked |
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The tremors of time are like waves |
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And move the way that we think |
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Let nature take the controls and do the things that she said |
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Let love determine your goals, provide your daily bread |
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The wisdom will find you each day, it asks for you to try |
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The food will turn you away; the wise invents the cry |
