| I, shaman, trudging aimlessly in the shades of the neon lights
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| (all day running… hunting… wanting!)
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| White snowflakes falling, flashing under the halogene lamps
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| (Warning: It’s morning! Morning is coming!)
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| The leaves of a plastic tree under a bright white mist
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| (warning, falling, wanting, running)
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| In the snow make-up girl hobgoblins trudging with their boots…
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| I keep on wanting
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| I keep on searching
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| I keep on hunting…
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| …For when the mankind’s struggling for their safety, preservation
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| The poor are raising their huge force against the domination!
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| (Every machine needs some oil to move
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| Coffee with a muffin makes me groove…)
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| Good that there’s some cents in my pocket from the last night’s rave
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| It’s time to go and meet some friends in Robert’s Cafè
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| I could stay Travolta all night long
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| But now it’s good to stay calm and live for minimal product
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| (I live for a minimal product…
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| I live for a minimal product…
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| I live for a minimal product…)
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| I did never believe that way
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| That merry-go-round is all what we need
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| I’m not taking in of what you say
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| To raise a family and work all day
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| Oh, I keep shining in my tired mind
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| Being friends with everyone
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| To be free, not being in jail
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| To be free, not being in jail
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| To be free, not being in jail
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| To be free, not being in jail… |