| A Thousand roads before tour feet
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| A Thousand places to return
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| And in the ashes of broken domes
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| You chose another way to burn
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| You took a hollow way to sink
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| Into the nowhere then to breath
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| From god forsaken modern Rome
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| And there you left the hope alone
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| Along a thousand hurricanes
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| Under the bricks and barricades
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| And in a quiet descending roles
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| You saw no light behind the walls
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| You’ve never tried to offend
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| You’ve always tried to be a spark
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| But in the never ending dark
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| You cannot everything forget
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| And let congregation hope for their gods
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| They’ll never give them all
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| And let contamination end with last resort
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| Don’t let the bleeding fall
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| Reincarnation for the cure
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| It would never be so pure
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| And someone who is illiterate
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| Had always met with cruel fate
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| Like execution for the mind
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| You dared not to be that kind
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| A last defiance last escape
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| And centuries won’t forget your name |