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Now i rush to the fingers of light
i guess i tore my head off
i hope there's something waiting for me
to make my exit pay-off
taste and smell and touch
have faded from pollution
as a last resort i chose the stupidest solution
Now i rush to the fingers of light
i guess i tore my head off
i hope there's something waiting for me
to make my exit pay-off
taste and smell and touch
have faded from pollution
as a last resort i chose the stupidest solution