| I’ve been searching for too long
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| For a clearer sky
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| I’ve been looking for a dream
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| Waited for signs
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| I’d gladly give my soul
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| If it brings a time
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| (Wherever I go, I’ll feel so far away)
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| Where the children can grow
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| At the rising sun
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| (Where the children can grow,
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| At the rising sun)
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| What can we do now?
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| (Stand up, rise up, never cry)
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| How can we turn the tide?
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| «Claim forgotten children.
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| The loss of meaning to life.
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| Consuming us ourselves while
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| We look the progress,
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| How the progress can kill us
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| Shooting us down»
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| I’ve been searching for so long
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| Felt this void inside
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| How this process can kill us
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| Shooting us down
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| (Shooting us down)
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| There is no way to escape
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| There’s no peace of mind
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| When the hunger makes its way
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| Into ravaged lands
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| Where can we do now?
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| (Stand up, rise up, never cry)
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| How can we turn the tide?
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| Wilted world… the claim forgotten
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| Hopeless world… the rain is falling
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| Faded world… the walls are coming donw
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| (Faded world… the walls are coming donw) |