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You wanted a paradise of prodige children
Some money
Some fame
It's useless to take you seriously
I imagine there's always a kingdom to dethrone
And then, forget
Reality and fiction
It's an absurd design of thoughts
Ditoxic cloud without direction
Nothing will bother your dreaming, darling
Balanced
Reality or fiction
You won't be able to dinner without your news show
(…)
It's useless to take you seriously
I imagine there's always a kingdom to dethrone
And then, forget
(…)
Reality and fiction
You won't be able to put your hands in the ashtray
(…)
Without shock
Without shock
Without shock
Without shock
Without shock
Without shock
Without shock
Without shock
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