| Our landscape was so forlorn
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| That we have fought since we were born
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| For what we thought to be worthy
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| First, we did it separately
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| And Then we met… and united
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| And so we have become stronger
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| With our two hearts ignited
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| Beating the rhythm together
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| My love…
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| But now the years have passed by…
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| And so they give us up for dead
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| It is harder I cannot lie
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| But in our sky, there is no red
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| My love…
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| Our hands… Have become one
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| For so many years now
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| And so have got old together
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| It used — to be so easy
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| We used — to be so strong
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| The beat of the song
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| Is now getting fast… and heavy
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| Holding the rope
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| Hope against hope
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| We will face the slope
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| Do not lose your grip
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| Hold on, Let it rip!
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| Oh my love…
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| Take a rest upon my shoulder
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| I know that…
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| «When We Were Younger
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| We were much stronger»
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| Stand!
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| But we will
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| Stand — till the end — with the energy of despair
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| Stand — while reason is here
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| Stand until the final breath takes away the last word
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| We are not dead yet!
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| Come on! |
| My friend!
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| Come on!
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| Let’s do it! |
| Let’s do it!
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| Take That Bend
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| And Till the end
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| We’ll stand as one
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| So our memories last forever
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| Fight against waste
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| And laziness
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| Fight against the law…
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| …Of the sand… falling
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| Like a guillotine
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| Hurry up!
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| Raging like we were teenagers
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| We’re getting older
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| We’re getting stronger
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| Taken into the sandstorm…
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| But our fight has not ended
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| We’ll fight for what we believe in.
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| What is left to achieve is bigger than ever
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| But we will stand and we will do it together
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| My love…
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| Take a rest upon my shoulder
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| We’ll face together
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| The sandstorm anger
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| Stand 2
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| And we will
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| Stand until the storm carries away the
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| Dust of our bones — into a spiral to the
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| Skies where all the words that we have said are echoing, but…
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| We are not dead yet!
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| We’ll face together
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| The sandstorm anger |