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the music stopped to fill the nightwe can't move in this silent roomthe only sound to poison the aircomes from that man upstairshis roaring voice screams full of hatehe can't forget his glory pastbut now his only joy in lifeis liquids, piss and beerbut we won't tell him, we want to forget thesewe go on running up that hillwe won't tell him, we want to forget thesewe go on running up that hillour kind can fly away tomanastir barouesometimes you cannot stand their eyesfixed on your face, grabbing at your soulyou shy away, think of our nightsand wish i would be aroundbut when we meet there in our roomillusions make us raise our fiststhe sense of secrets everywherethe loathsome one may smear againbut we won't tell him, we want to forget thesewe go on running up that hillwe won't tell him, we want to forget thesewe go on running up that hillour kind can fly away tomanastir barouewe won't tell him, we want to forget these...
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