Sometimes I feel like live in the gallery of empty pictures,
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among them I'm motherless child.
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The guide is their master he's wild, dress in the veil
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of the street wants make me one of his victims
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So, come on baby fast like a flash and slow like night
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so, come on baby when the night falling down.
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I'm still waiting till "the driver" will say:
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"Next stop the end!"
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We're both on same bank, on same ship, between life
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and death
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Between heaven and hell in large gallery of pretend!
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Gallery
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| Big Boss |
