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Nobody is your name |
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Swept by the people |
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By the frenzy of their own routine |
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Nobody is your name |
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Always dressed in grey |
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In a city without sun |
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Nobody is your name |
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Sounds but doesn't echo |
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In a deserted valley, in the world |
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Nobody is your name |
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You can't conquer a place |
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In heaven nor in this life |
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You're Nobody and you're not free |
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To sacrifice yourself |
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To hope, to escape |
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You're Nobody and you'll live |
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At the foot of an acropolis |
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Where shine the plates whose |
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Descends from gods |
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You're Nobody and you'll be alone |
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Till you're future won't be written |
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'Cause you smell of stranger |
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In your own land |
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Nobody is your name |
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In an eternal search |
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Of a meaning that will fade soon |
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Nobody is your name |
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And you'll always live |
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To wait and not to attain |
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In a weird slavery |
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With a book in the hands |
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And a lot ideas inside your head |
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That you can shout in (the) wind |
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But you're Nobody and |
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Nobody will hear you |
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You're Nobody and you're not free |
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To sacrifice yourself |
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To hope, to escape |
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You're Nobody and you'll live |
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At the foot of an acropolis |
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Where shine the plates whose |
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Descends from gods |
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You're Nobody and you'll be alone |
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Till you're future won't be written |
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'Cause you smell of stranger |
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In your own land |
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You're Nobody and you're not free |
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To sacrifice yourself |
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To hope, to escape |
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You're Nobody and you'll live |
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At the foot of an acropolis |
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Where shine the plates whose |
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Descends from gods |
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You're Nobody and you'll be alone |
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Till you're future won't be written |
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'Cause you smell of stranger |
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In your own land |
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You're Nobody and you're not free |
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To sacrifice yourself |
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To hope, to escape |
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You're Nobody and you'll live |
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At the foot of an acropolis |
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Where shine the plates whose |
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Descends from gods |
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You're Nobody and you'll be alone |
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Till you're future won't be written |
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'Cause you smell of stranger |
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In your own land |
