Simple
Thats a feeling of a flight in your dreams
Power and religion are there for manipulation
Polluting our brains through complication
There is day and night
The ground and the sky
Just stand aside
All the mass media
Admit that white is white
And left can not be right
If you can not abide
All those tragedians
God is in my soul, we talk sometimes at night
Love is in my heart, no one can get it right
Big city life is wrong and complicated
But I'm the only one for me who's able to forsake it
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