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The quest is becoming a question |
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Answers are far out of reach |
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Caught in the rolling momentum |
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Watching the tailing regime |
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Looking tor calm but bewildered |
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Blueprints are ripped out and burned |
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Starting anew from the ashes |
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Hoping that lessons are learned |
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And chains |
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Chains will be broken |
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The photographs tell me it happened |
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But I don't remember a thing |
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Conditions that brought revolution |
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The clatter of metal on streets |
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You don't live here you survive it |
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It all comes apart at the seams |
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Mounting disarticulation |
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Increasingly weak |
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Setting the earthquakes in motion |
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There's no turning back after this |
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Whatever has happened stays happened |
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It's the future I want to embrace |
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I'm grateful tor time I've been given |
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Aware of the choices to make |
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Footprints I've left will be covered |
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By footsteps that I've yet to take |
