| -We don’t know with what weapons world war three will be fought,
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| but world war four will be
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| Fought with sticks and stones. |
| This is not the end of predicted danger
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| It’s your disgrace
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| But you made it well
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| So the world can tell
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| It’s your face
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| It’s on the fire that burns inside
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| And I see the light
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| The colours of your heart
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| And they’re slowly changing
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| The colours of your mind
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| And they’re slowly fading
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| It’s all in vain
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| So time does what it will
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| Try asking whose to blame
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| For a throw away existence
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| I see… the light, the way
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| Nothing of the past
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| And were disappearing
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| And nothing gonna last
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| The end is nearing
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| Changes changing
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| Seven days into nevermore
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| Learning turning
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| Seven days into nevermore
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| You’re a grain of sand
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| In the desert that was mankind
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| I don’t understand
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| How all of us are blinded
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| By the light, blinded
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| Turn another page, and there’s no beginning
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| We are just at an age, and time is winning
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| Seven days… nevermore, grain of sand
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| You know the score, desert man…
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| He needs one more, seven days to nevermore
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| To nevermore, to nevermore, forevermore |