It's that place where the truth
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Is an empty hug, a disguise
Imagine being an old hostage
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A forgotten canvas on the wall
And no, you don't want to
Burn, burn, let it burn well
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The tale of the slave and his king
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Burn, burn, let it burn again
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Whoever loses memory for pleasure
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You won't fall, I'm a daughter too
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There's no race in the chest nor in the skin
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Silenced for being born, story of Babel
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I'm the shame of your shot at her carnation
It must be that no, you don't want to
Burn, burn, let it burn well
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The tale of the slave and his king
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Burn, burn, let it burn again
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Whoever loses memory for pleasure
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And there's no home if not, if there's no calm
And if it doesn't burn, burn
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The tale of the slave and his king
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Whoever loses memory for pleasure
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A forgotten canvas on the wall