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Welcome
to hell your
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Some
are born to sweet delight
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Nightmare
is to share and
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As
the prophet said
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Welcome
to darkness
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The
poet said
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It's
getting restless and
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Some
are born to endless night
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When
you wake up and whenever you are down on the ground
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You
won't need no light
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You
can make no sound
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Through
the endless night, man
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You can
reach no one
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You
don't need no key
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Prisoners
of their own shadows
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You
won't get no freedom
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They're
dying
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Like
ghosts of men
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The
more you scream the less they care
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They
say they are the ones who make the world go round
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It's
getting heavy on your shoulders
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Now you're
trying to hold a hand
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You're
the wind in the sand
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Are
you aware your friends are rare ?
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The more
you scream the less they hear
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The
whole planet is getting colder
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Are they
driving mad
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It is
so vivid and so real
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Musique
: Tristan/Fred/Vincent/Lionel/Pascal
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Churs : Karine Audebert
(Alto/Mezzo-Soprano), Cyrille Callac (Tenor)
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