| I know a man who’s still brave enough
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| To say things straight without
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| Hiding behind those cryptic words
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| And that strength will last until the world burns
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| I will always remember those
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| Words he used to say
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| Better not to have been born
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| Than to live without glory
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| And that man has now reached the point
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| Of no return
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| He’s got nothing to lose, nothing to win
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| He doesn’t have to pretend anything
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| I will always remember those
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| Words he used to say
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| Better not to have been born
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| Than to live without glory
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| Against our lives
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| Yours and mine
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| Is Lady Fortune not so kind
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| Still we want to face her as one
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| Sharing our future as it comes
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| No one knows, no one sees
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| No one can share
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| No one can feel it
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| But we don’t care
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| The destination is unknown for us
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| But in sorrow we trust
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| In sorrow
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| I will always remember those
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| Words he used to say
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| Better not to have been born
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| Than to live without glory
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| Against our lives
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| Yours and mine
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| Is Lady Fortune not so kind
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| Still we want to face her as one
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| Sharing our future as it comes
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| No one knows, no one sees
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| No one can share
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| No one can feel it
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| But we don’t care
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| The destination is unknown for us
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| But in sorrow we trust
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| In sorrow |