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From mortal wounds we suffer. |
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Old men outlaw us and break laws. |
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Decide for youth |
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and celebrate |
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the disorder, the great disorder of this life |
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The departure, the sad departure to the endless river |
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Old inside |
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cold outside |
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In my hall where they can spy |
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and lock our minds |
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My conscience's blind |
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and maybe it's worth to give up. |
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And an old man came with giant steps |
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in the room where I lived alone. |
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He kept his promise to destroy me, |
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then cut my body and ate |
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my heart and brain. |
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He stole my slice of glory, |
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Outside the doors the world has gone. |
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Suicide of youth. |
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We celebrate |
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the disorder, the great disorder of this life |
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the departure, the sad departure to the endless river |
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the disorder, the great disorder of this life |
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the departure, the sad departure to the endless river |
