Walking from the scene of some humiliation feeling like a dog.
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Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph feeling like God.
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Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them
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Can have anything, can never fail.
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The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
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Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real, four billion spectators look on;
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Judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
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Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
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Suck and sate, forces of fate.
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A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
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The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness.
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The only choice, the only voice.
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1933, where are you now? Where are the broken bottles?
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Where's the toffs slumming it?
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Where's the fanaticism? Where's truth and beauty?
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Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them
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Can have anything, can never fail.
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The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
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Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real, four billion spectators look on;
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Judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
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Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
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Suck and sate, forces of fate.
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A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
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The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness.
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The only choice, the only voice.
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1933, where are you now? Where are the broken bottles?
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Where's the fanaticism? Where's truth and beauty?
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Where's truth and beauty?...
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The Will To Power
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