Setting sun over the boulevard
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Orange brilliant cold rays wound my eyes
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ancient headless divinity's statue
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Mute and obscure, anonymous life's rider
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Another one bites the dust of failure
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poisoned thoughts on the shadows
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lonely pylon divides the moon
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And I see two different faces
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Smell of concrete in this rusted air
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Taste of blood in my mouth
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Car carcass under the sun
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Oppressive clouds of desperation
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I need the turpentine to clean my errors
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Definitive clean work, impossible to end
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And I cry high to the sun
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I can't pretend to be alone
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And I cry high to the sun
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I can't pretend it's not my fault
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Tiergarten (Komrad Kiev)
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| Room With A View |
