It's in the letters that he made
It's in the January rain
In casinos and the shops
How many people do you know?
How many friends will you outgrow?
Who are you anyway?
You bought the sin around the same
The wolf, the man, the things you hate
I have become that ferocious loser
It's in the darkest of your thoughts
It's in the Paris on the shores
It's in the mirror

A flash of colour
People watch from the shoreline
Sacred colours moving across the sky

It's on the tip of every tongue
In luck for gold and happy young
At the bottom of a drink
You've killed a thousand times or more
Soldiers, a biker, every whore
You're the most honest thing
'Cause living inside a simulator
Giving [?] her creator brings you warmth
It's not as simple as they say
It's hard enough to run from spring
You've to run all the things you can

A flash of colour
People watch from the shoreline
Sacred colours moving across the sky

Face the weeks and hearts will never break
You see some ties and casually leave them there
Always will understand survival of the mind
The clear is where the head needs to be, to be
All together, welcome every land
It's clear to all, it's endless to make amends
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