| We are born alone and lonely we remain
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| When we learn to speak we speak to hear a voice
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| As the years go by we learn a thousand words
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| Then we try to talk to curse the silent sky
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| Like diamonds in the ground
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| We are waiting to be found
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| In silence we are bound
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| By the wailing wall of sound
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| Want to break the shell and cut the puppet strings
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| With our primal screams that echoes back inside
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| Want to pierce the noise and make our voices heard
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| To the distant shapes that wonders who we are
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| We must put aside the weapons of our minds
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| Cross the no man’s land come with empty hands
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| Overcome the fear to drop the last defence
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| Speak forbidden words reach out beyond ourselves |