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run while there are forces holding the breath tyazheloё Sigma
Run until you feel the pulse because the verses are not eternal
Paper can burn turns into dust by the time we have before the calm escape the lighthouse magnet pulls you you can not keep

mono vanguard Lays white mist on the horizon stretched fishing line
Lead hollow spiral shot on the selected style

frame by frame, mile after mile
the stones are silent .. by counterclaim
the rustle of morning stars
unconsciously through

a network of wires captured town
condemning people to contact on the occasion
refraction of sound into light
in a circle without leaving a trace

hiding from us the scars fashion changes
Time to wrap up the white fire
ghostly look in a broken mirror
you are driven by instinct they also rest

intoxicate fragrance world of rain behind the glass
just like a lot of himself and Hawali
after half a century the road to my house

run while there are forces holding the breath tyazheloё Sigma
Run until you feel the pulse because the verses are not eternal
Paper can burn turns into dust by the time we have before the calm escape the lighthouse magnet pulls you you can not keep

closing the circuit around the stadium
in the book of the saints do not have our names
way to know about the hundreds of spaced marks
road cuts stream bisecting

from xenon headlights dazzle us light
entering into a turn at the last moment
erasing the stones to dust noise from tires
in the direction of the wind along the background run

remove the sensor readings feelings
arrow to the north where the time changes its course
we are again at the start of a finger on the map to gain momentum

The glare from the sky glare on puddles where ships are not worried about the waves
and where no one will experience extra layers run

are we ready to accept the old world, or for changes that do not want
face-to-face in the flow of information and a little arrow will show a hundred

run while there are forces holding the breath tyazheloё Sigma
Run until you feel the pulse because the verses are not eternal
Paper can burn turns into dust by the time we have before the calm escape the lighthouse magnet pulls you you can not keep