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Control.

"Inocentes creyendo en el control.
Pecadores por creer tenerlo.
Y qué triste.
Qué triste el sonido en tu mente cuando todo desvanece, se quebranta. En cuestión de segundos.
Por haber sido, inocentes y pecadores."

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We will.

All I have been always asking for was freedom. So tell me, what can I do now? Now that I regret all the times that I had it in my hands, in front of my eyes and I didn't appreciate as important as I have just realised it is. But I will be sleeping over again in the middle of nowhere and I will wake up with a stunning sky like those ones. We will be free, and we will aware how valuable freedom is. The north of Western Australia.
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