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And now I feel free to be despotic |
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Our dreams making one with the impossible |
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Reality trapped in the whirlwind of memories |
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Nothing left to bet but our lives |
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In the glimpse of the ecstasy |
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By poisonous madness offered |
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We are not guests at our own life's feast |
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So we create the power of victory |
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Light in our eyes as |
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Blinding as a marble sun |
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Luminescent as an obsidian sun |
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And the hours go by like winter anxiety |
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Overcoming pompousness |
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Playing with a toy-world |
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We are laughing children |
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We have imaginary friends |
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Deep in our hearts |
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Lies the pure madness of the deserter |
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And now I burn my eyes against the vastness of possibility |
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I'm the new king of an island... |
