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What is left of our world, today |
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Walls have fallen with peace |
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But walls are build within our hearts |
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Wars are fought within |
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A cloak lies over our world |
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A misery show without an end |
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The masses follow the masses |
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The blind will lead the way |
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To see the colors that rest within your mind |
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The paradise we seek lies inside |
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Who's to blame, who will lose |
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Now the dice have been rolled |
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We must find the guilty ones |
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Instead of condemning what has been done |
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Who shall we praise now |
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When all our gods are gone |
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Living is not just to live |
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In a conrete or cardboard box |
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Think in a carbonized world |
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Where all has been done before |
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The thought of a perfect world |
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On the pile of broken dreams |
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To see the colors that rest within your mind |
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The paradise we seek lies behind |
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Who's to blame, who will lose |
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Now the dice have been rolled |
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We must find the guilty ones |
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Instead of condemning what has been done |
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From the smoking cities we shall rise |
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And on the ashes we will build |
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Praying for that one day |
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The sun will rise again... |
