| If you were there, it would be a pass
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| Through the abyss and checkpoints
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| You know the sun don't shine no more
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| As in two thousand and ten
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| The air already smells different
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| Garyu, not mint
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| The streets are the same, but everything is different
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| And that's another story
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| But there's one thing that can't come true
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| And it didn't change, that is
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| If you were there, it would be a pass
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| Through the abyss and checkpoints
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| If you were there, it would be a pass
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| Through the abyss and through dreams
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| The world swayed and froze again
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| But the dishes are still rattling
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| And a buzzer beat behind the wall
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| It's time for me to leave here
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| The emptiness of blind corridors
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| Linen and birds on the balconies
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| Look and maybe remember
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| Nothing will happen again
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| If you were there, it would be a pass
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| Through the abyss and checkpoints
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| If you were there, it would be a pass
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| Through the abyss and through dreams
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| I remember it was a normal summer
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| And the children were laughing on the beach
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| And wave after wave
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| Filling the fishing nets
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| Everything around was very fragile
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| Only we didn't know it
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| Well, those who were in the know
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| We were not told
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| If you were there, it would be a pass
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| Through the abyss and checkpoints
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| If you were there, it would be a pass
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| Through the abyss and through dreams |