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City walls are coming down, |
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It's a brand new world's deep sound, |
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Sleeping under these remains. |
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And I guess I could be wrong, |
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Time ago all hope was gone, |
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Moving lips to breathe that time. |
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No murder by the light of sun, |
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I've only come to see it shine. |
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Please let me take a bite of cloud, |
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Time for romantic view. |
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In the halflight were I stand, |
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Roma rises from the pink, |
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It's a slice of light that brings me hope. |
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Moving lips to breathe warm joy, |
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Silent wishful noise, |
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Though the dust red buildings kiss the sky. |
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And I know it's time to run, |
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To forgive the burning rain, |
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"Twist your head in wind", yeah, someone says. |
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And I try to organize, |
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All the tears I cried, |
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I have lived and mourned for aftermath. |
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Aftercare day, |
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Aftergame time. |
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Afterward cry, |
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Grey hairs on my head. |
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See, the time of youth is gone, |
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See, the rage of past is vain. |
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Try to close your eyes and smile, |
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(Sleeping) under these remains. |
