| Some terrifying and distressing images
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| On a blue wallpaper, in the holes of my eyes
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| Some cracked and rubbish stuffs
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| I can’t sleep, I have the fucking the fucking speed
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| The bass sounds go up through my pillow
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| And I can’t stand it anymore
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| I’m throwing myself off the bed
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| I’m gonna go out, I’m gonna do it
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| I want to see dead lazers in the night
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| I don’t care about the distance
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| I want to see dead lazers in the night
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| It’s the only thing I want
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| I want to see dead lazers in the night
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| Those we can see flirting with the stars
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| Before crashing on the empty highways
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| They bring you up to a vital point
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| In the middle of the greyness
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| On the edge of the city
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| Above the industrial zones
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| They are kings and queens
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| On the roof of the disco
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| That’s where I’m going to
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| I want to see dead lazers in the night
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| I don’t care about the distance
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| I want to see dead lazers in the night
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| It’s the only thing I want
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| I arrive, I draw a circle around myself
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| Nobody talks, everybody dances
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| Dancing for the sake of dancing
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| Letting out for the sake of letting out
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| We don’t care about the rest
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| We’ll see that closely
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| Farther, higher, we’ll be better
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| Soon we’ll be tired
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| Everything will calm down in the morning
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| Maybe, at last, we’ll be fine |