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Out o the road |
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I feel the darkness in motion |
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Children of the sun |
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Passing under cover of the night. |
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Right in their face |
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I see a burning emotion |
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As they're turning to the west |
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Looking for a place to survive. |
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They were the chosen ones |
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They never lost their track |
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Roaming the endless planes |
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No looking back. |
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Now they're out out on the run |
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See them fighting, moving on |
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As they stand out to the storm |
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'Til the golden break of dawn. |
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Once they were strong |
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But those were times if illusion |
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White man came to talk |
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White man came to conquer there land. |
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They didn't fight |
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Trusting his way of solution |
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But he never kept his world |
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Come back with a gun in his hand. |
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They were the chosen ones |
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They never lost their track |
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Roaming the endless planes |
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No looking back. |
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Now they're out out on the run |
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See them fighting, moving on |
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As they stand out to the storm |
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'Til the golden break of dawn. |
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(Solo) |
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Now they're out out on the run |
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See them fighting, moving on |
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As they stand out to the storm |
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'Til the golden break of dawn. |
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The golden break of dawn |
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The golden break of dawn |
