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Reality smells with the noize of the street
What happend today will happens tomorrow
Don't turn up the light - there is nothing to see
Insane like a music that flow through the blood
Sorry for that. I don't want to be free
Fly like a swallow
No matter - no sorrow
Who cares? Put it down! On your knees!
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