Censored emotions
I've got a container full of them
I cling to the ashtrays
Doesn't do my jaws any good
Rhythmic section, combat section
Side effects
What are these sequels
It's all that's left of my character

Burnt head
I just have to open the Canadair
Don't try to put me out
I set myself on fire willingly

From the analysis it would emerge
That I'm not square
Night flight over Antarctica
I'm waiting for the next war

Never a stopover
Never any contact
With the ordinary
Lost the compass, the compass
Deliberate mistake

Brushing against pylons
Canyons
Brushing against the ephemeral
If you touch
If you crash
You enter into the legendary

Reality
Realities
Exemplary punishment
If it's to play the fugitives
I'm willing

Willing

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