Franco Battiato

Franco Battiato - Phenomenology lyrics

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The thought ways are weak 

the voice is marble and cement 

and I live in spite of myself... 

It's hard to get the controls going, 

all I can see is fog, 

the outlines become thin. 

I've already forgotten my dimension 

and I have no power standing away from myself.
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