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I don’t believe in paradise.
And now I know it’s not some place where you go.
Because it’s how you feel for a moment in your life,
When you’re part of something.
If you find that moment, it will last forever...
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Born Primal
02:06
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Wildlife for pavement,
Trees for skyscrapers...
We've lost our instincts,
We've lost what we are.
Fallen from nature's grace,
We shall be delivered!
It's written in our genes.
It's engraved in our souls.
Take it! The power of risk.
Take it! The power of desire.
Take it! The power of instinct.
We are born primal.
We are born free.
We are gonna cast off those shackles!
Jobs we hate,
People we don't love,
Lives that aren't worth living...
Instincts are all I've ever had.
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Still Standing
02:02
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Live hard, play dirty!
Burn the candle at both ends
Live hard, play dirty!
You pay the price for it
Tonight I'm grateful to be here.
Some say that I can’t make it, but I won’t listen...
You can loose everything you love,
Waste everything that really loves you.
But I’m still standing, I’m still standing!
As times goes by, I’ll never surrender.
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Laid up, diseased.
Get eaten and die!
Funeral, formal speeches...
What a good guy you were!
Laid up, diseased.
Get better or die!
So everyone can forget about it,
No hanging around between!
Easy to condemn, hard to prevent.
'Cause out of sight was out of mind.
Once he was gone, we felt a whole lot better...
Turn your back, but you'll never forget!
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Cross the ocean and you're on your own.
Looking for something new, something profitable.
It may be an illusion, it may be the true...
You didn't have no choice, but now it's up to you.
The cargo is heavy... let yourself believe!
Praying for a fair wind and a quiet sea.
It's an hard trail but I will find my north,
Even if that ship never reach any port.
For weeks, you see nothing but the horizon.
But the stain will slowly spread taking form.
For a day, another day. For a month or an year.
You live all alone and in the grip of fear.
Fear of the unknown, fear of this track.
Fear of the change, of never coming back...
It's an hard trail but I will find my north,
Even if that ship never reach any port
Set the course, keep the hope!
Don't look back now, it's time to cut the rope!
So you must drive that fear
Down deep into your stomach.
Will you drown and die?
Or float, drift and survive?
You must cut yourself loose...
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All Alone
03:17
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get fat, do nothing, go nowhere, just be
rock is dead in this town, there's no longer belief
tested all the limits: sex, drugs, rock'n'roll
now what you're gonna do? you finish all alone
what you're gonna do when the music it's over?
when you're too fat and old to go out on stage
what you're gonna do? nothing lasts forever
you won't be remembered, no one will know you're name
this is the sound of the academy
egos, skills, groupies, memories
you will never reach what you're trying to be
this is the sound of the academy
the music is over you finish all alone
what you're gonna do when you're fat and old?
all alone, all alone!
what you're gonna do when you're fat and old?
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Stand Up
03:04
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Stand up! Stand up and do something about it!
Most people here are just talkers
All they have to do is talk
When all is said, when all is done
They're forgotten of this world
So which one are you?
Are you going to do something about it?
The rest of it you boil it down
And it's just coffehouse bullshit
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Hang On
02:16
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Hang on! We just gotta hang on!
I will live neither in their house
I will live nor in my own heart
In my mind, with my spirit
When they sleep I will be awake
I will bend time to my own clock
The city is awake, I will sleep
When they sleep I will be awake...
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