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(2006)
Orphan of the city, of this immense cemetery at nigh; but here i escape. Please God no more tears.
We got enough with die every day life, life.
In this papier-maché world built in smoke, we are like spiders caught by a cruel child, who experiments in our nervous system with needles.
In this stupid world where we're living.
...While the chance plays on your hips of half-moon
while the city is a velcro octopus over the city.
Like a thief in the night i escape from here.
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