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We've forgotten who we are. |
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As men make their own history, |
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still they know we are chained and bound by all the past traditions of dead generations. |
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So let's raise this bitter glass to us never getting through. |
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When I look into your eyes, |
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I can see you see it too. |
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For I know that you believe in truth. |
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I try to channel Hughes. |
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Though you doubt me inconsequentially, it gives me more to prove. |
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Was there some hidden grin within your face when we met last winter? |
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Our past still looms over us as we pretend to be friends. |
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We exist through history. |
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Inquiry and knowledge acquired by investigation. |
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You're like some poor Pharaoh, (but) no more meek tales of past seasons, for tonight we must make haste. |
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You are the hunted King, uncrowned. |
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Cars collide with horses, like mere stings of Civilisations. |
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"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." to quote George Santayana |
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Like shipwrecks falling from the ceiling, |
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we've forgotten who we're being. |
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Unpredictable and horrendous, |
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we're collectively blinded by the modern. |
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Undisputed tribulations. |
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I can't love you as a Nation. |
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Undisputed tribulations. |
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I can't love you as a Nation. |
