| The quest is becoming a question
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| Answers are far out of reach
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| Caught in the rolling momentum
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| Watching the falling regime
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| Looking for calm but bewildered
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| Blueprints are ripped out and burned
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| Starting anew from the ashes
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| Hoping that lessons are learned
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| And chains
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| Chains will be broken
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| The photographs tell me it happened
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| But I don’t remember a thing
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| Conditions that brought revolution
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| The clatter of metal on streets
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| You don’t live here you survive this
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| It all comes apart at the seams
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| Mounting dis-articulation
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| Conditions increasingly weak
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| And chains
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| Chains will be broken
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| Setting the earthquakes in motion
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| There’s no turning back alter this
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| Whatever has happened stays happened
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| It’s the future I want to rephrase
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| I’m grateful tor time I’ve been given
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| Aware of the choices to make
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| The footprints I’ve left will be covered
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| By footsteps that I’ve yet to take
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| And chains
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| Chains will be broken |