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It seems to be a gift one that never should have been - nullifying any if by proclaiming deeper sins extraordinary like anybody else and me somehow uncontemporary like the shame of being free and or but we will go on like this and there's no one who's rethinking that bliss and it will take a while until the curtains stop to fall an undecided trial wrote our lost time on the wall a deeper sense divides what was known as only one and the wasted use of hide makes the human gift do wrong and if you can't stand another round - and if you can't stand another round... (Thanks to Ben Altmann for these lyrics) From Letras Mania