This endless racket won't let you sleep
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That tries to fill the days with darkness and enemies
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A thunderous pack insists on silencing
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The questions, the nuances, the murmur of if-onlys
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Noise of patriots who wrap themselves in flags
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They confuse the homeland with the sordidness of their caverns
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Noise of converts who, fallen off the horse
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Sow their resentment, haunted by their sins
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Cleaning the city of ghosts
I'd hear you talk in your sleep
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Noise of enlightened ones, they shout from their bonfires
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That the light of difference brings the end of the world
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Noise of inquisitors, they talk to us about freedoms
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Cracking with their screams their varnish of tolerance
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So much warrior noise never sets foot on the battlefield
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They bring from their battlements the peace of cemeteries
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Talk to me about your hugs, about our imperfect love
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About the light of your utopia, let your voice drown this din
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If the noise fell silent
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Cleaning the city of ghosts
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I'd hear you talk in your sleep
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If the noise fell silent
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And blow on the wounds
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That we still have hope
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Cleaning the city of ghosts
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I'd hear you talk in your sleep
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And blow on the wounds
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That we still have hope
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If the noise fell silent
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Cleaning the city of ghosts
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I'd hear you talk in your sleep
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And I'd open the windows
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Maybe you'd understand that we still have hope
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If the noise fell silent
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Cleaning the city of ghosts
I'd hear you talk in your sleep