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I had been taught to speak |
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The language of butterflies |
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I have been used to think |
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That we all could have wings |
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Who said we could not have wings? |
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So give me the illusion |
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Then give me frustation, give me... |
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Promised light |
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For all of us denied |
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Mocks at this gray little being |
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Promised light |
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The prize for all those blind |
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Tamed souls who still believe |
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When disappointment kills hope |
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And hunger makes us forget |
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Forget that once we wanted to be free |
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Now the fountain of wishes |
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Belongs to me just to steal the coins and run... |
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Run away! |
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The flowing of a thousand |
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Dead forgotten dreams |
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Caged into the sleepy trance |
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Of the trip back home |
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Where am I? |
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Am I here today? |
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Yesterday? |
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Or ten years ago? |
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That's how I'm still piercing the guts |
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The deep and complex anatomy |
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Of the huge grey beast |
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We are all slaves of ... |
