There were thousand of days
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Running out the border
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Thousand of days, thousand of days, aggression and disorder
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To complete what's left on this side of mine
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Travelling down my madness of these times
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Everybody's now it's turning around
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Silently they sleep
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Outlasting
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Give me all the strenght I need to move on
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To head all that I could understand
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Give back me something to believe in
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Till it turn into sand
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CAN'T YOU SILENT MY HATRED
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FROM THE GUILT ON YOUR SIDE
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CAN'T YOU SILENT THE WAKE
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OF THE ONE BORN FROM THE FIRE
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Take it away, save it, pull it to mind everyday
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Remember to clean up the mess in your fuckin' head
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To be perfect to who
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Laughs at you
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Lead on you
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Make use of you
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Lie to you
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Wear out
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Everything puts you through
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Set it, set it off
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BROUGHT, COMPLETE AND FELT BY THE TRUTH YOU CAN'T HIDE!
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There were thousand of days
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Running out the border
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Thousand of days, thousand of days, aggression and disorder
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To complete what's left on this side of mine
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Travelling down my madness of these times
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Give me all the strenght I need to move on
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To head all that I could understand
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Give back me something to believe in
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Till it turn into sand
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CAN'T YOU SILENT MY HATRED
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FROM THE GUILT ON YOUR SIDE
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CAN'T YOU SILENT THE WAKE
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OF THE ONE BORN FROM THE FIRE
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Turn To Sand
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| Backjumper |
