| No single fate, a broken generation
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| Once guided by hope, now fallen into despair
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| The chosen few play their game
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| A man, his hands want to grasp, but they don’t need him anymore
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| His eyes without light, his walk weak and still
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| He lost all pride already years ago
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| Sleeplessness every night — Throught of regret
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| He knows there will be a tomorrow, but why wake up again
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| All he wanted was freedom, the hope to perhaps fulfill some dreams
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| A better life for his children, a little piece from the sky… But fate
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| betrayed him again
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| Family and friendship, the only things he never had
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| Destroyed by comsuption, replaced by egoism and greed, just shame remains
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| From the very beginning he had no role in the game
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| Given up, driven to alcohol, to forget about everything
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| The hope of a revolutioner died, silent, slowly and forever |