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Lord of fate, |
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I feel you deep inside my brain... |
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Is it really just a dream or the urge to survive? (...and during an odyssey through the back of my mind a vision appeared to make me realize who holds the key to my fate...) 2. |
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Yeah... In a world of hate pollution we can't breathe anymore. |
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We've to leave and this time you, the pawn, have won. |
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On our quest for nowhere island we set off to the sea. |
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You call surrender what we call a calm before the storm... |
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Pounding thoughts of home they make me know: "I will return! I don't live my life for you, it's too short to get burned. Stand upright and face the wind!" |
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Time to go back where |
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I belong... |
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No one can prevend me from raising towers in |
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Babylon. You only can love me if you can convert me to attitudes of your brain. |
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You blame us for doing things that you don't know. |
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You tell me what you'd do if you were me but you are you and |
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I am I Lucky you, but this time |
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I say: "No!" |
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Pounding thoughts of home they make me know: "I will return!". |
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I don't want to hurt you but you'll have to learn: |
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You are you and |
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I am I!!! |
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Ooohhh... |
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Oh yeah... (...and like the vision of my urge to salvation told me, I built up a tower to widen my horizon, whatever they might say...) |