It's aimless journey by the sun
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The way not to feel the hits
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By the way they will remain gap
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Under earth preparing the catastrophes
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And...
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Like an automatic remedy
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I heard your voice
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I want my own shout
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I want my own shout
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This is contagious, really contagious
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I'm not the puppet of your dreams
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I'm the owner of my new new new day
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I want my own shout
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I want my own shout
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The world has fallen asleep
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In the mass has to be a hole
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To slide away, to slide away, to slide away, to slide away
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Dark land colour, ravens and sparrows
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Half a punch in the table and like
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An automatic remedy
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I heard your voice
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I want my own shout
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I want my own shout
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This is contagious, really contagious
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I'm not the puppet of your dreams
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I'm the owner of my new new new day
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It's aimless journey by the sun
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The way not to feel the hits
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By the way they will remain gap
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Under earth preparing the catastrophes
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And...
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I want my own shout
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I want my own shout (x2)
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I want my own shout
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My own shout
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Najwa Nimri |