| It’s the nation unknown like mystery
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| No conclusions just these incertainties
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| Buildings, buildings by your loving stone to stone
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| To talk the chance you like that match
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| Put as your mind to grow
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| We are the God and queens of heaven, the waiting stairs
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| We don’t know which decisions that we well regret
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| But I know that something’s knocking at my door
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| But I know, I may wind up down on the floor
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| Realizing this makes all you win deserve,
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| For all the work you do you regain your self respect
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| The means are there for you to use or to ignore
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| The future is for you an others to explore
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| Ah ahaah it’s written in stone
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| Ah ahaah for it’s my word
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| We are the God and queens of heaven, the waiting stairs
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| We don’t know which decisions that we well regret
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| But I know that something’s knocking at my door
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| But I know, I may wind up down on the floor
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| Ah ahaah it’s written in stone
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| Ah ahaah for it’s my word |