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A little narrow road at the end of the highway
I have gone away
My thread of thought possessed the unknown
How does it feel
Ooh
I have gone too far
I see it done
Is it really me
This strange blood
That radiates heat
You miss a friend
You loose a hand
You do not repent
You repent
You feel it
You feel it
It is real
It is real
It is real
It is godamn real
O ene e forte
Ti po thyen veten
In the new lawn
Of the unknown
I fell
I did not want to get up.
My thread of thought possessed the unknown
How does it feel
Ooh
I have gone too far
I see it done
Is it really me
This strange blood
That radiates heat
You miss a friend
You loose a hand
You do not repent
You repent
You feel it
You feel it
It is real
It is real
It is real
It is godamn real
O ene e forte
Ti po thyen veten
In the new lawn
Of the unknown
I fell
I did not want to get up.
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