| Who’s afraid of the sun?
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| Who’d question the goodness of the mighty?
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| We who banish the threat
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| When your little ones all go nighty-nighty
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| Well, there’s no time for doubt right now
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| And less time to explain
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| So get back on your horses
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| Kiss my ring, join our next campaign
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| And the Empire grows with the news that we’re winning
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| With more fear to conquer
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| And more gold thread for spinning
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| Bright as the sun, shining on everyone
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| Some would say that we forced our words
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| And we find that ingenuously churlish
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| Words are just words
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| Don’t be so pessimistic, weak and girlish
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| We like strong and happy people
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| Who don’t think there’s something wrong with pride
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| Work makes them free
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| And we spread that freedom far and wide
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| And the Empire grows, the seeds of its glory
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| For every five tanks, plant a sentimental story
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| Till they worship the sun
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| Even Christ loving ones
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| And we’ll kill the terror who rises
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| And a million of their races
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| But when our people torture you
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| That’s a few random cases
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| Don’t question the sun, it doesn’t help anyone
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| But the journalist cried out
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| «When it was too late to stop us
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| Everyone had awakened to the dream
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| They could enter our Colossus»
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| And now I’m right, here you said I’m right
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| There’s nothing that can harm me
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| Cause the sun never sets
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| On my dungeons or my army
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| And the Empire fell
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| On its own splintered axis
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| And the Emperor wanes
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| As the silver moon waxes
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| And the farmers will find our coins
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| In their strawberry fields
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| While somebody somewhere
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| Twists his ring as someone kneels
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| Oh where is the sun shining for everyone?
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| Oh where is the sun shining for everyone? |