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This is the dusk that breaks at 6 am |
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Day in day out |
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You keep the child inside a man |
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But introverted |
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Frustration |
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Has become a habit in time |
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True lie |
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You're selling your cunt for a line |
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Just swallow |
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And learn how to love, not to spit |
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Keep tasting |
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And feel how you're loosing the grip |
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Life's colliding - its all changing |
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Life's colliding - my theopractical life |
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Your death goes on right from day one |
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The clock goes tick |
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To reach the top you kneel deep down |
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The ways to creep and crawl |
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Take seat |
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Convincingly release your fart |
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Cold heat |
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You're knowing your target by heart |
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Transparent mask |
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You're smiling while hiding your fears |
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Final Task |
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You're living the love tasting fears |
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Life's colliding - its all changing |
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Life's colliding - my theopractical life |
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Hear: life is calling |
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See: life goes on |
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Real life is calling |
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See: life is crashing down |
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Life's colliding - its all changing |
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Life's colliding - my theopractical life |
