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My future is somber, |
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And so are my eyes, |
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When the lights turn on, |
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This marks the end of time, |
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The choice of a new generation, |
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Is choking in my mind, |
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But something new borns, |
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When something old dies, |
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Day by day |
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I search, |
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For the absolute truth, |
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The knowledge of mankind, |
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To become an oracle from a fool, |
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Days turning to weeks, |
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Weeks turning to months, |
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Changing colours from an underdog, |
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Into a god, |
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Unchain yourself from the temporal power, |
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And you will finally be free, |
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My future was somber, |
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And so were my eyes, |
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But when the lights turned on, |
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It marked the start of a new life, |
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The lust for a new generation, |
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Is filling my mind, |
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Something new borns, |
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When something old dies, |
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Unchain yourself from the temporal power, |
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And you will finally be free, |
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Free from your mental slavery, |
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From serving time, |
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To have all the time you need. |
