| Reflections staring back at me in a perfect world, through a modern dream
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| And the pain they cause… its developing
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| Through another time to scatter everything
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| Through mistrust
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| Through violence
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| When does it end in silence?
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| We’re living and dying
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| It’s not a way of life to live in hiding
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| To take away a promise that we made before
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| To creep between the lines that we can’t afford
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| All the patriotic sentiment, a fallacy of truth
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| The time had come, we’d run away
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| Away from all the youth
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| To these days, where we are forced to raise ourselves, we divide, and we die
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| It’s never worth complaining when a life is on the line in your mind
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| Relax, be strong
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| Some fathers aren’t heaven… haven't any names
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| Some estranged to this world, and some play tired games
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| And the pattern of the art of war represents disease
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| I don’t know who your are, so, how do you know me?
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| To these days, where we are forced to raise ourselves, we divide, and we die
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| It’s never worth complaining when a life is on the line in your mind
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| Relax, be strong
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| OUR time
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| The pictures painted in our minds are all we have today
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| To break the fall, to represent… there is another way |