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And I'm still here in front of this skyline |
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Waiting for a change and |
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Since half a century I'm here |
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Too long years in heaven |
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To agree with this hell |
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Can a past mistake cancel... |
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Earth divided, civil war |
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Red flashlights of gore |
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Exiled losers, worse than dying |
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...Bring them to the dark side of the sky... |
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Closed out of light |
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Beyond the shadows |
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A black-white line |
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Divides the booty of war |
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Growing in this side |
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It could be so real to believe |
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That our native ground |
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Is so void |
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Months are days in this set |
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Never seen again mother earth |
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A patient old man, not warrior only |
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While young men ask their hero |
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To tell them again that story |
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Lonely the voice of awareness |
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Softly screams his guilty claims |
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He was the reason, now he's the pain |
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Present life in a skyline |
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I see it is a black-white line |
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I have grown in heaven |
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I'll soon leave the world |
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Last time, last fly |
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But dying here will free my hopes |
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My sons will pass the black-white line |