| Living the same loneliness, living the same exodus ride
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| No one can see but it’s too late, putting the war inside our mind
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| Trying to help and save them and you can see their rage inside
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| You’d like release their children, is there a fight under the night, it’s right!
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| Screaming, frightening, like a big storm
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| Air raid is burning all your love
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| When they fall when they’re tired, where the freedom is so sad
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| They will fight anywhere with no more friends at their side
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| Like warriors, riding a nightmare, they live under raintime
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| When they come to the night remember what thing you said
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| They will give no more chance, no more way out, no more aid
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| Their way of life!
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| With no regrets now, they fight under raintime
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| …Chase'up a better wisdom, never find today
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| Let it go, man realises the thing he would like to be
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| Changing from a mass destruction to create a reality
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| Where children are all warriors and destroy everything we need
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| Here they are burning their chest, chasing the light in a stormy night
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| The only step to find rest, armed with their guns in a single file
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| Here they are sending madness, here their illusion stop the time
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| You want to sell your willingness but your evil can’t serve the final line
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| Screaming, frightening, like a big storm
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| Air raid is burning all your love
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| When they fall when they’re tired, where the freedom is so sad
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| They will fight anywhere with no more friends at their side
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| Like warriors, riding a nightmare, they live under raintime
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| When they come to the night remember what thing you said
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| They will give no more chance, no more way out, no more aid
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| Their way of life!
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| With no regrets now, they fight under raintime
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| They’re not heroes, they’re not enemies, look their future insanity
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| Few of them saved from war armies, bring their soul to normality
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| Little bodies on the floor, but the war doesn’t stop anymore
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| Poor boy, you’re wearing death, in your arms… in your steps… |