It is like you standin there, bellow my world,
And the sun this time warms me in whispers of cold.
How everything can be like murmur of God,
When it's such a long time I've had my soul sold.
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Listen to him one more time
What you get from him at all?
AL Pacino? A Superstar?
No, he is all a shape
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I am all surprised by the choice of right,
That you are using to cover your lies
And the world is all in the face of sight
That the devil's vision permits the eyes
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