| In the silence
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| Revelations come forward
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| In the absent word
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| In the silence
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| In the violence
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| Adrenaline is rushing
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| Through the veins of swinging arms
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| In the violence
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| Oh my brothers
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| Catch me when I fall again
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| I’m always tripping when it rains
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| My brothers
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| Oh my sisters
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| Kiss me on the cheek and say
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| I still love you, besides your ways
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| My sisters
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| I stand a reject at the heart of life
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| Carving through concrete with a butter knife
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| A colossal outbreak of clamour surrounds me
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| Various rhythms and tempos are as if fighting against each other
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| Bragging voices melts into the stream
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| The river at the heart of life, honey
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| And all the while it feels as if the light of the moon is following me
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| Like a spotlight in some bizarre theatre of loneliness
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| Fist-fucked by destiny, I’m positioned like a beggar
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| At the heart of life, sugar
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| My delusions
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| The treasures of a mislead life
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| Vaguely resemble paradise
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| At times
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| In the wilderness
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| Direction is lost
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| While discovery tears its new visions
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| In the wild
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| Oh my brothers
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| Catch me when I fall again
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| I’m always tripping when it rains
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| My brothers
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| Oh my sisters
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| Kiss me on the cheek and say
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| I still love you, besides your ways
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| My sisters
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| I stand a reject at the heart of life
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| Carving through concrete with a butter knife
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| Everything seems to have lead up to this
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| But that’s of course always the case, yet a matter of realising
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| When one can’t belong, one feels the urge to ruin
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| At the heart of life, baby
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| And all the while it feels as if the light of the moon is following me
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| Like a spotlight in some bizarre theatre of loneliness
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| Fist-fucked by destiny, I’m positioned like a beggar
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| At the heart of life, sugar |