| You’ve knocked me down
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| I’m kissing the floor
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| You’ve made feel as you’ve dreamed
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| You’re the seed of the hate
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| A seed I have grown
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| Meantime we’re washing our hands
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| We have wandered all over the world
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| To fight ourselves somewhere else
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| We couldn’t wonder, we’ll fight who we are
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| Looking close at the eyes of a child
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| Fly away from the blood red skies of hate
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| With bonded wings of wax
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| Far away from the blood red skies of hate
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| Flying high, airborne we fall
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| I wanna feel your passion for your pennant
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| To feel it one last time in my cold heart
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| Make me feel your way
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| So much I want to feel this way…
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| On your own shoulders
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| You will feel the weight of hate
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| On your own shoulders
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| You will feel how heavy
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| Is to carry it in a long legged race
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| Termination into your eyes
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| Restless power on your own hands
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| You’ve always fed your days and (the) desire
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| To hang our heads and resurrect your past
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| You can’t even think beyond
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| But your own rebellious world to shoot it right
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| There is no forgiven try
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| You can’t even thinkin beyond
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| But your own rebellious world
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| Making me sick of all
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| Blasting raging power collecting souls
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| Blasting raging power
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| Fly away from… blood red skies
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| I have been fighting for our masters
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| But never they’ve shown up
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| At the end, I’m always on my own
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| I have been searching for my targets
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| In endless dead end roads
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| Speeding up to reach them
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| Fighting all for real, is my deepest passion
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| Fight all for real, lonely stranger
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| All I did has kept our rite — live bravely and die
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| With your boots on!!!
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| Don’t pull me down: Fly away from cold darkened rooms
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| Don’t pull me down: Keep away from hard strong wishes
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| I wish I knew my soul shall not wander
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| I wish I knew I couldn’t fly so high
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| The labyrinth is on fire… There’s no way out
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| Wings of wax are melting… You can’t fly away
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| Fallen angels regretting living this pain
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| There’s no way out… The labyrinth is on fire…
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| You can’t fly away… Wings of wax are melting…
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| Airborne we fall
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| Fallen angels regretting living this pain |