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Strong instinct for survival |
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Romantically insane |
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Moving soft along the edge of time |
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Like a panther in the rain |
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Manipulated rebels |
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With a total disregard for the rules |
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When pride comes tumbling off the great white stallion |
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You move closer to the truth |
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And the search continues for the meaning |
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They build the cathedrals high |
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But we keep our weapons ready |
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Looming dark against the sky |
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They're taking down the rain forest |
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Changing it to a room without a view |
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And the big trees fall like dominoes |
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And we move closer |
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The eagle watches from the mountain |
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As the warriors turn into fools |
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And the dice are thrown on sacred ground |
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And they move closer to the truth |
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And who's gonna tell the children |
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How the rivers used to flow cystal blue |
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And we keep leaving scars on Mother Earth |
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And moving closer to the truth |
