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Analysis seems to be the better answer |
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But how can I control this incestuous, grey forest? |
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Thousands of wooden guardians protect transmissions. |
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My frantic excavation is not the key to wake up, |
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Now it's time for another mask, |
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A Face, my furrowed stare. |
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I'll try to see only the surface of the water but |
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The jokes continues and the purple hate gives a clear signal. |
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Vector rises, |
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And it brings lucid reasons to follow a balanced trail. |
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The return journey doesn't frighten me, |
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It doesn't frighten anymore. |
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The serpent will not eat it's tail again. |
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Goodbye my forest. |
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Now I've found my hatchet. |