| Those endless battles
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| Foreign souls
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| Full speed ahead into the wall
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| No questions asked no answers needed
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| One put the sword into the stone
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| Some read a book to find their home
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| To me both fairytale and fiction
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| Some believe they live to die
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| Some have hopes of higher lives
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| None have proof of anything but still they die
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| Gazing at the skies
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| Is there something for us left to find
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| Are there secrets among our holy places
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| That can stop us from ending our race
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| From the edge of the blade
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| Some saw the light but they survived
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| And if they died none could describe
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| Their ultra rapid stream of memories
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| I’ve ceased since long to mind
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| So many questions undefined
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| But still they re fighting for their prophecies
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| Some believe they live to die
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| Some have hopes of higher lives
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| None have the proof of anything but still they die
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| Gazing at the skies
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| Is there something for us left to find
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| Are there secrets among our holy places
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| That can stop us from ending our race
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| From the edge of the blade
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| As I am gazing at the stars
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| And wonder if there’s life on mars
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| All these ecryptic information |