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The ones living today |
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We need to pass it on to our next generation |
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We must leave our trace behind |
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What you do not see |
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What you won't look |
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are two different things |
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And then not knowing just makes things even worse |
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What are your arms for? |
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What's your heart for? |
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it's become urgent |
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No longer can we be just an observer |
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You've lived life just the way you've wanted |
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You've been for and you've been against |
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Like you always wished |
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what's there to think about? |
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The proof and the traces of your life |
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are just like metal that will |
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From here on be grounded crushed |
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and refined do they still give off some light? |
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Since we can't cross it out |
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We'll keep all of our sorrow in a precious place |
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All people die one day |
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So we take time to care embrace our today |
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The ones living today |
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We need to pass it on to our next generation |
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We must leave our trace behind |
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You were gone |
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You were gone beyond the sky |
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I cried out |
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I cried out till my voice went |
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We were left behind |
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We decided to make a rut in this desolate road |
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till people start walking by |
