| No color on this face of death
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| No shadow falls on his last breath
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| What are we fighting for?
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| No more devotion in his eyes
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| No longing moments no more goodbyes
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| What are we fighting for?
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| Too many loads in one place
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| Too many souls lay here to blaze
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| What are we fighting for?
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| Send this signal from above
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| Is there life?
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| Is there love?
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| What do you see?
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| Is that hope?
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| Is that air?
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| No more despair
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| When will we be free?
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| Shall no one live for others life
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| Now dies in front of my own eyes
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| What are we fighting for?
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| Tell memories of a crippled fool
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| No legacy, but life’s so cruel
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| What are we fighting for?
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| Too many loads in one place
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| Too many souls lay here to raise
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| What are we fighting for?
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| Send this signal from above
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| Is there life?
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| Is there love?
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| What do you see?
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| Is there hope?
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| Is there air?
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| No more despair?
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| When will, we be free?
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| Once I had this final plan
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| Now I don’t know where I stand
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| What will be Will be?
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| Drown to this final line
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| As the blood runs through my mind
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| So much hard to see
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| The memories
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| Fade away
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| Out of Afterlife |