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Continental motion certainty, the merciful wheels |
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Where the living are living on solvents and ashes |
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Time chain of loneliness, half tone rebellions |
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Nomadic upturns and lights, the skeleton key turns the night |
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Antiheroes to follow too, bar and string salvation |
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Throw the calendar away, gonna find a jukebox of steel |
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A still life with a bottle, a newspaper and a glass |
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The carrot dangles and the dance goes on, the bitters circle the drain |
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Emancipate the commonplace, ride high the relief roads |
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Of nightfall and enchanted ends, revelry in borrowed clothes |
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Antiheroes to follow too, bar and string salvation |
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Throw the calendar away, gonna find a jukebox of steel |