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First day we make axes of stones |
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Weapon of wild ones, blood flesh and bones |
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Second day we got swords of steel |
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Growing so stronger learning to kill |
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Third day we became archers |
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Spitting with death, the cold blood butchers |
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Fourth day we've found out a powder |
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The mighty dust to amplify our power! |
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We shall rise again! |
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Civilization! |
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Look at me! |
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Civilization! |
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I am free! |
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Fifth day we've invented the tanks |
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Machine guns and mustard gas |
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Sixth day we've built aviation |
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To rule in the air, to sow extermination |
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We dropped the bomb, we washed all away |
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But next day there were stone axes again! |
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We shall rise again! |
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Civilization! |
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Look at me! |
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Civilization! |
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I am free! |
