| Nocturnal fright of the survivors
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| Their opinions all over the earth
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| You can hear the awful murmur
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| Disturbed only by their cries
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| Some of them believe in groups
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| And choose who will be their leader
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| Primitive objects in an over-civilised world
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| They start to fight for their lives
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| In legions of hate they march
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| Please stay away from me
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| Leave me alone with your same mistakes
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| My long wished freedom I can see
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| And I’m waiting till earth shakes
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| Squalid areas everywhere in sight
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| All inhabitants are predetermined
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| A second arc or a natural process
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| Who comprehends get heaviness
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| Awful and grey, dust and decay
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| The sunlight doesn’t find it’s way
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| Burials in holy ruins
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| When the storm of the legions is over
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| Please stay away from me
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| Leave me alone with your same mistakes
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| My long wished freedom I can see
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| And I’m waiting till earth shakes
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| Please stay away from me
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| Leave me alone with your same mistakes
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| My long wished freedom I can see
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| And I’m waiting till earth shakes |