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In my rear view mirror the sun is going down |
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Sinking behind bridges in the road |
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And I think of all the good things |
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That we have left undone |
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And I suffer premonitions |
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Confirm suspicions |
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Of the holocaust to come. |
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The wire that holds the cork |
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That keeps the anger in |
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Gives way |
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And suddenly it's day again. |
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The sun is in the east |
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Even though the day is done. |
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Two suns in the sunset |
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Hmmmmmmmmmm |
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Could be the human race is run. |
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Like the moment when the brakes lock |
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And you slide towards the big truck |
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'Oh no !' |
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'[scream] Daddy, Daddy !' |
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You stretch the frozen moments with your fear. |
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And you'll never hear their voices |
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And you'll never see their faces |
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You have no recourse to the law anymore. |
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And as the windshield melts |
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My tears evaporate |
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Leaving only charcoal to defend. |
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Finally I understand the feelings of the few. |
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Ashes and diamonds |
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Foe and friend |
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We were all equal in the end. |
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'...and now the weather. |
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Tomorrow will be cloudy with scattered showers |
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spreading from the east ... |
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with an expected high of 4000 degrees Celsius' |
