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Concerning the senses as major fault |
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Of existing in almost unreal world |
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Cannot find your place in a queue |
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Never know what's false or what is true |
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Queue created by your own catastrophic ideas |
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That tell you - |
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There are only lies [chorus] |
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Nothing's as it may seem |
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In reality filled with deja vu [chorus 2] |
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Searching for the meaning of truth |
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Makes you unable to do anything more |
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Than speculating what's real and what is not |
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What does your common sense suggest you |
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If there's something optimistic in your pessimistic eyes [Solo: Jacek] [Solo: Czesiek] |
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Trying to find the realm you cannot see |
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Thoughts that are not what they should be |
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Fighting with fear that drills your mind |
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Creating disease - cure can't be find |
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Forlorn form of sub consciousness itself |
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Reminds you - |
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There is no truth [repeat chorus] |
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There are only lies! |
