| You and I — distinct, but such alike…
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| You and I — frontiers we cannot hide…
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| When did we leave the common path we used to share?
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| How could we ever forget all once we took care?
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| Watch the instant passes by
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| Just before you realize
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| What we’ve learned to love
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| Is going to be compromised
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| There’s nothing to eternalise
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| And nothing to remain
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| An unaffected habit
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| Turns into another blame
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| No one can stop the killing machine
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| That keeps us somehow alive
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| Centuries are gone, time marches on —
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| Among them we keep up to flow…
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| We’re falling into never land
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| And losing our confidence
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| In what we used to believe
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| Missing sympathy?
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| Weakling harmony?
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| Now it’s time to face a new outset…
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| Once we did not understand
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| To hold on their traditions
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| Time has faced us to play this role —
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| The following position!
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| No one can stop the killing machine
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| That keeps us somehow alive
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| Centuries are gone, time marches on —
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| Among them we keep up to flow…
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| But it feels like losing a friend
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| Like to betray myself
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| Now I wish to turn back time
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| And wake up in my dreams I can’t forget…
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| Ca I still ignore, can I still be sure
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| Of what I am still holding on
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| What is deep inside, to explain so tight
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| I will never feel again…
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| Still nothing to eternalise
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| But so much to remain
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| Keep an eye on and realize
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| They only tried the same…
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| No one can stop the killing machine
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| That keeps us somehow alive
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| Centuries are gone, time marches on —
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| Among them we keep up to flow…
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| Now I flow… |