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Follow me, don't care if you come from the land |
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Where fire doesn't burn and sun doesn't blind |
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Follow me, don't care if you come from de land |
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Where hearts lay extinct and bodies are deprived |
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Of their wings |
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Follow me, mix and liquate your being here... |
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Melting down your flesh with the melted stone |
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Melting your wings flapping |
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With the air you're breathing |
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Follow me, I will make you burnt and blind |
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I'll bring to the land where you'll find |
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Heartbeats as eruptions |
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Follow me, to an igneous place where air and body |
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Are one and the blood flows slow, dense |
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And incandescent like volcanic lava |
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Follow me, mix and liquate your being here... |
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Melting down your flesh with the melted stone |
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Melting your wings flapping |
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With the air you're breathing |