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Unequalled and unvowed |
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We'll be safe on our own |
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We are now passing from |
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The latent to the obvious state |
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Someone must fall |
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So that others may rise |
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Someone must be reborn |
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So that others may die |
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Distance is growing more and more |
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As if we are floating in formal |
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And dying at a slower pace |
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It's a long and winding path |
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But trying to escape the animal bites |
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Would make us prey |
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Unequalled and never |
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We'll return to our departed selves |
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We must bow before the storm |
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To the inevitable |
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Or make our Prayers |
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All was threatening to fall down |
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Disappearing into folds |
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Invisible to the naked eye |
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Better never come to blows |
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But sow the seed and let it grow |
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Until you get the upper hand |
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Blacker than the blackest black |
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The burning source of life |
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Is in the depths, not in the sky |
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Better answer the call |
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That comes out of the mud |
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And hope to get |
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The upper hand |
