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Consistent, pushing aside all disbelief; |
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Abandon my friends, my home |
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Losing my mother tongue |
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But I will bear this heavy loss |
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Former brothers calling me betrayer |
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And burned the words we wrote |
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I will overcome |
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Solaced by this certainty this delusion will fade |
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Our words of reason, lost in the roar of the cadence |
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The beacon of humanity, beclouded by their cold, black sun |
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In the scattered light of all your torches his rotten face |
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Seems like a savior's smile to you |
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An army of lost sons still hidden in the dark |
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A voice of an enslaved nation |
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A force of banished daughters |
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We have to stay the course |
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Consistent, without anguish |
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We may sow the seeds of upheaval just from the outside; |
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But with burning hearts we shall recur |
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Our words of reason, lost in the roar of the cadence |
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The beacon of humanity, beclouded by their cold, black sun |
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In the scattered light of all your torches his rotten face |
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Seems like a savior's smile to you |
