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Lost
03:34
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She doesn't recognize
the reflection in the water
Fingers dance on the sand
she doesn't feel better.
In the century of appearances
She lost for ever the last connection
The only shadows transmit
and her flesh is trembling
Fingers dance on the sand
Searching a little thing.
In the century of appearances
She lost for ever the last connection
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When
02:54
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When you leave tears behind you
I can't move up to your arms.
When you dream about burial
I can't move up to your mouth.
When you won't share your fear
I can't move up to your eyes.
When you try to forget your body
I can't move up to you.
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Again
03:27
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Again I've lost count
Tangled in my shadow
Stunned by the words
Blinded by the light.
They have breached the wall
They reconstructed the wall.
Again I've lost count
Exhausted by the dreams
Knocked out by the news
Deafened by the silences.
They have breached the wall
They reconstructed the wall.
Again and again.
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Always
02:23
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he counts the clouds, face near the window,
The train won't stop up to the last station.
And when the night falls, ghosts make him a sigh.
No time to watch at them crying.
Forests run away towards the starting point,
Where everything began.
And now the last station appears.
The quay is deserted, like his heart.
He looks for a new life,
With a plate and a knife.
Surrounded by strangers,
A way of erasing the past.
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Never
03:16
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I never walk on the white line.
I never speak near a white wall.
I never jump over a fire.
I never dream about your mother.
I never get back the lost time.
I never paint the night in blue.
I never eat the packaging.
I never smoke in the bathroom.
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Past
03:22
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Won't you come back, one last time
When we were kids, one last time
Dig up the past, dirty hands
Looking for smiles, dirty hands
Won't you come back, in the sand box
When we were kids, in the sand box
Dig up the past, holy mind
Looking for smiles, holy mind.
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Walk
03:07
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They're taking the road
to the old grey town.
They look at the ground
And count the steps.
They saw the shadows
behind the dead trees.
They're alone on the way
And soon, night must fall.
They're taking the road
to the old grey town.
They know where they are
and they don't know why.
They ear the dead
To comment on their trip.
They walk without stopping
to the old grey town.
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