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And then you ask yourself, whatʼs (the) right thing to do
Thereʼs no right place, place where to go
A badly digested fight at the bar counts more than your face
And then you ask yourself, whatʼs (the) right thing to do
You think “I know it, I know it” rationality
Is dead , they killed it, those who need you not to have one
And then you ask yourself, whatʼs (the) right thing to do
Either I get pissed and puke in Vegas or I go East
for meditation, it doesnʼt make any difference anymore
A bleeding paint
Don’t call the station
Hear the sounds
Leave me alone
to watch you drawn
We open doors
We’ll take the square
The loud scream of the crowd
Your head in our hands
Watch his crown
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