| Maybe it’s not a place for me in the end
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| The cliff is ahead, keep on marching
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| Until we jump into the void
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| Until the black of our hearts prevails
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| Until what remains disappears
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| The words they are too hard to say
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| The fear that muzzles us to silence
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| Dare to speak your mind
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| Can you hear the gunshots from afar?
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| Never mind if it is not for you
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| It is the freedom of speech
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| That is dragged into the mud once again
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| Run away if you still can
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| What is there left in here to believe anyway?
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| Whenever you are lost
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| With this strange feeling
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| That your words are idle
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| Believe in something
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| That’s worth to defend
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| Whenever you feel empty
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| Remember where we belong
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| And I live my life
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| To find my own way
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| And to fulfil my duty
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| As true as a man can be
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| Brave and valiant
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| It’s a hard choice
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| But I will not be silent
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| The blood and the hate won’t be forgotten
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| It is a fight that goes far beyond good and evil
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| Cause every time you run away
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| Every time there’s something that you cannot stand
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| Will you step over and watch the show?
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| Can’t wish upon the stars to make the final miracle
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| They’ll make the barricades fall
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| The blood and the hate it won’t be forgotten
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| It is a fight that goes far beyond good and evil
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| The blood may be dry
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| But the wound is still open
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| What is there left in here
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| In here to believe anyway?
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| Whenever you are lost
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| With this strange feeling
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| That your words are idle
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| Believe in something
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| That’s worth to defend
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| Whenever you feel empty
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| Remember where we belong
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| Whenever you feel empty
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| Remember where you belong
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| Why is there always something to fear?
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| Why is the powerful starving the weak?
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| Am I weak?
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| I am |