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I thought it was a usual morning |
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Just like every day before |
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I looked into the sky |
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But something there was strange |
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Nobody in the streets |
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The day was bright, |
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There was no sun at all |
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Black ashes in the air |
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Riding on the wind |
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With rubble on the ground |
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I caught the scent of burning |
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With no flames glowing anywhere |
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I felt the cold instead |
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And it seems that my worst nightmare |
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Suddenly became reality |
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But this has gone beyond, |
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Far beyond imagination |
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I'm living next to the edge |
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Under radiating skies |
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Living close to the end |
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Of wonderland |
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Maybe you simply wanted too much |
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Might be you simply went too far |
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The excuses will not change |
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What no one's there to hear |
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You're probably insatiable |
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You never cared for anything |
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What doesn't belong to you, |
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Is beneath your dignity |
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Your speeches are a flood of lies |
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You never even realised |
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The contradictions, |
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Are they all the same to you? |
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You're doing fine, |
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You think you'd like to be |
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The master of every thought |
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So you're playing like a |
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God, But who created you? |
