| So many days we left aside
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| We sought fortune by the rainbow
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| We longed to turn the hourglass
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| For the future going under
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| As the earth kept from crashing down
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| One step from the edge
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| Where are you now?
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| An incessant machine
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| For one purpose it goes on and on and on
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| And the games you play
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| Can’t stop the world from going under
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| We can chase the past
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| But we cannot save the seven wonders
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| I can’t help myself from wondering
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| Where do we begin?
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| It’s not a game, no
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| This is not a game
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| So many days were left behind
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| Without knowing where they’re going
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| We saw the future through the glass
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| When we still believed in wonders
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| Now the world comes crashing down
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| One step from the edge
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| Where are we now?
|
| An incessant machine
|
| For one purpose it goes on and on and on
|
| And the games you play
|
| Can’t stop the world from going under
|
| We can chase the past
|
| But we cannot save the seven wonders
|
| I can’t help myself from wondering
|
| Where do we begin?
|
| It’s not a game, no
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| This is not a game
|
| The games you play
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| Our indifference will cause a worldwide immolation
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| The price we pay
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| Is a constant, neverending flagration
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| And the games you play
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| Can’t stop the world from going under
|
| We can chase the past
|
| But we cannot save the seven wonders
|
| I can’t help myself from wondering
|
| Where do we begin?
|
| It’s not a game, no
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| This is not a game |