| Flashes lit up the darkness of wartime
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| You can see the paleness of worn nerves
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| These were the places that made us
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| Now riddled with the ghosts of another world
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| Born to live again
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| Standing strange in a sea of beige
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| I’m spun and naked and reckless like a dream
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| Sweet dreams of otherness
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| In memory of mankind
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| I am listening but I can’t hear you
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| Well maybe I’m losing my mind
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| Maybe I’m losing my mind
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| Soft explosions echo from the rooftops
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| It must be the call of youthful noise
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| Finally in the age that we were born
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| Ancient language with a modern voice
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| Born to live again
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| Standing strange in a sea of beige
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| I’m spun and naked and reckless like a dream
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| Sweet dreams of otherness
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| In memory of mankind
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| I am listening but I can’t hear you
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| Well maybe I’m losing my mind
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| Sweet dreams of otherness
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| In memory of mankind
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| I am listening but I can’t hear you
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| Maybe I’m losing my mind
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| Exhaust in the purple skies
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| Perspiration stings my eyes
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| Impervious from north to south
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| I hold the embers in my mouth (Maybe I’m losing my mind)
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| I’m spun and naked and reckless like a dream (Maybe I’m losing my mind)
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| I’m spun and naked and reckless like a dream
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| I am listening but I can’t hear you |