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sometimes i think that i am an angel, and i pity myself
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What can you lose in a soldierles battle ? , more
importantly what can you gain? In an imaginary battle-field
of an UN-known location, goes on the most important conflict
to the living soul, the battle of Good and Evil.
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I sit above you all and look you down,
And I pity you for your harmful ways.
For only from up here, can you see the big picture.
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This was the day I cut my hard earned wings.
This was the day I became as you
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It's this perverted game of chance.
Are lives as the bet and we have nothing to gain.
As we sit ,facing each other,
The draw begins, which shall live to remember ,
And whom shall be rememberd.
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The way she looks at me, she cries:
"I cannot breath just to stay alive"
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Many seasons ago,
I promised you the first rain...
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I told her its about to rain, so I should leave,
Said I shouldn't be caught in the rain
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I tell you I'm ok,
I wonder if I am.
And I don't look back.
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A wave, being flung from water to sand.
Move with its rhythm,
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Voices dont lie, only poeple do
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I'm no pasyphist,
I call myself one
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I'm no pasyphist,
I call myself one
Because it is easier for others to comprehend
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I feel as if I'm living the last months of my life.
Maybe I am,
You see,
The end of a life doesn't always mean death.
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These thoughts they keep me awake.
I guess this whole mess keeps a lot of people awake.
A whole country that never sleeps
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ויטגנשטיין אמר
שהשפה היא סרגל
המונח על
המציאות. הוא
צדק.
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