| Pass through borders into east
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| And you’ll see the same old streets
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| Sweeping winds into your eyes
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| Broken future, wasted lives
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| In the corner of that square
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| Crumbling statues now lie there
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| Like those relics of the past
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| All of us are now outcast
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| The time was on our side
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| When everyone had their place
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| Fly away — fly into a time gone by
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| Fly away — and you hope it will return
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| Once I had an open mind and time to understand
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| But every time I had to lie to serve the native
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| Land, while we try to justify the madness and the wars, they will come with
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| newer guns
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| And fewer ways to help the poor
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| Now the leaders come and go, they close up the gates and doors we made,
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| for one moment we were free…
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| Now our future bright is the past and we close our minds to make them last
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| While waiting we bow our heads and pray…
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| Through your life you toiled the land and you served the state with pride,
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| now you’re left with empty hands and nobody by your side
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| «Everlasting peace awaits, a paradise with pearly gates», so they told you all
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| your days
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| Made your sacrifice your ways
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| The time was on your side
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| When everyone shared your fate
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| Fly away — fly into a time gone by
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| Fly away — and you hope it will return |