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I belong to those from somewhere |
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nowhere, everywhere |
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We constructed your race |
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for a special task |
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At last you failed |
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You'll be wiped out |
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Without a warning he appeared |
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in between all of these grey hired old men |
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We called them the world presidents |
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They ask him for just ten more years |
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and so he granted it |
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Freedom peace and all the |
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things we'd wished before |
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were no longer visions |
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They had all come true |
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On the tenth year |
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the world awaits |
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From nowhere again he appears |
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and told us once more we had failed |
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You were not built for love and peace |
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You were to be the killer race |
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without emotion |
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It's not for you to understand |
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the reason for the things we planned |
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So we will erase what you've done |
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because you've failed once again |
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It doesn't matter why |