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Blinded by our tears , we become pawns
We're dogged by bad luck , in reality when does opinion uprise ?
If the pack of hounds accepts you , finally why ?
Not to toe the line , not to end up being broke , not to deflect your steps
I want to walk with no regret , burn whole pages
Even sow my secrets , tame my pains
Ballasted by our silences , I've too often lost my faith
As far as I have to , I will go look for the contact in the end
As far as I have to , I will go look for the contact in the end
As far as I have to
& The shock wave spreads the message
& I leave the ground , the storm is brewing
Mistreated by the calm until we run away from the front
Until abstinence , in reality until obstruction
To close our senses , constantly dawn our silences
In the least crash , in the space of our bodies
In the emptiness under our steps
My head is in water , I decided that as far
As my body can stand or even further if I have to
I will go put off my turn , bribe the smuggler
As far as I have to , I will go look for the contact in the end
As far as I have to , I will go look for the contact in the end
As far as I have to
& The shock wave spreads the message
& I leave the ground , the storm is brewing
As far as I have to , I will go look for the contact in the end
As far as I have to , I will go look for the contact in the end
As far as I have to
& The shock wave spreads the message
& I leave the ground , the storm is brewing
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Gast
submitted on 1 jan 2010 - 00:00
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