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Reflections staring back at me |
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in a perfect world, |
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through a modern dream. |
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And the pain they cause |
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its developing. |
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Through another time to scatter everything. |
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hǒu Through mistrust. |
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Through violence. |
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When does it end in silence? |
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We' re living and dying. |
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It' s not a way of life to live in hiding. hǒu wán le |
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To take away a promise that we made before. |
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To creep between the lines that we can' t afford. |
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All the patriotic sentiment a fallacy of truth. |
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hǒu The time had come, we' d run away. hǒu wán le |
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Away from all the youth. |
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hǒu To these days, where we are forced to raise ourselves, |
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we divide, and we die. hǒu wán le |
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It' s never worth complaining when a life is on the line |
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hǒu in your mind. |
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Relax, be strong. hǒu wán le |
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Some fathers aren' t heaven haven' t any names. |
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Some estranged to this worlds and some play tired games. |
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And the pattern of the art of war represents disease. |
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hǒu I don' t know who your are, so, how do you know me? |
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To these days, where we are forced to raise ourselves, we divide, and we die. hǒu wán le |
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It' s never worth complaining when a life is on the line |
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hǒu in your mind. |
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Relax, be strong. |
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OUR time....... zhǎng hǒu..... |
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jiē zhe hǒu The pictures painted in our minds are all we have today. |
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To break the fall, to represent there is another way. zhōng yú wán le |
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hòu miàn jǐ jù ne , shuí lái bǔ chōng wán zhěng! |