| Out o the road
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| I feel the darkness in motion
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| Children of the sun
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| Passing under cover of the night.
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| Right in their face
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| I see a burning emotion
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| As they’re turning to the west
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| Looking for a place to survive.
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| They were the chosen ones
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| They never lost their track
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| Roaming the endless planes
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| No looking back.
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| Now they’re out out on the run
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| See them fighting, moving on As they stand out to the storm
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| 'Til the golden break of dawn.
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| Once they were strong
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| But those were times if illusion
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| White man came to talk
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| White man came to conquer there land.
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| They didn’t fight
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| Trusting his way of solution
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| But he never kept his world
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| Come back with a gun in his hand.
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| They were the chosen ones
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| They never lost their track
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| Roaming the endless planes
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| No looking back.
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| Now they’re out out on the run
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| See them fighting, moving on As they stand out to the storm
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| 'Til the golden break of dawn.
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| Now they’re out out on the run
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| See them fighting, moving on As they stand out to the storm
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| 'Til the golden break of dawn.
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| The golden break of dawn
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| The golden break of dawn |