| Whisper of waves, the breath of time
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| Dispersed truth along contaminated shores
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| Ceaseless movement towards the grinding end
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| Where waste radiates all life in the motherland
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| There is no sea that is so dark
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| To hide the color of my blood
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| I fell a thousand times
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| Down from the golden sky
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| I sailed to distant bays to reach for truth
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| Dreamed to be the king caught in the sleep of slaves
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| Bare skin on pale stone
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| Where earth is mute and calm
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| As storms roam over shorelines
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| I disappear
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| Adjust guideline values and dilute disposal
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| That enters the sea through corroded pipelines
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| Towards countless barrels of radioactive waste
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| Dumped by united nations to rot in blackness
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| I fell a thousand times
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| Down from the golden sky
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| I sailed to distant bays to reach for truth
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| Dreamed to be the king caught in the sleep of slaves
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| The sleep of slaves
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| Within the glorious ocean of the brave
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| I remain just as a single wave
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| Dreaming the visions that will never be
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| No greed, no hope can cross the sea
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| Deep dormant breach in the grand silence
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| Earthquake of doom beneath the population
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| Take a bath beside ripped reactor sealings
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| Where fuel rods lie in boiling fountains
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| I fell a thousand times
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| Down from the golden sky
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| I sailed to distant bays to reach for truth
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| Dreamed to be the king caught in the sleep of slaves |