| There s a voice, the distant roar of thunder
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| A silent trembling of the earth
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| It talks of mystifying powers
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| But few can hear the words
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| There s a hand that holds a child s illusions
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| Where a million dreams, still kept within
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| All speak of love and hate and passion
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| Of joy and pain and sin
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| When the sky s ablaze and the lands deserted
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| All the waters deeply frozen
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| When hunger reigns and the wolves are howling
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| You can find the thieves and liars
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| Close to the fire
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| In the age that man will reach the planets
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| While rivalling tribes are marching up for war
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| Every single beat of life s enchanting rhythm
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| Is louder than before
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| But no word seems to be remembered
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| No truth eternal, once it is revealed
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| All promises and vows lost or broken
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| Like wounds that never healed
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| When the sky s ablaze and the lands deserted
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| All the waters deeply frozen
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| When hunger reigns and the wolves are howling
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| You can find the thieves and liars
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| Close to the fire
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| There is no answer to the question
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| We stand accused but never learn
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| To see we ve only come full circle
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| Carry the torch that makes us burn
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| Now the sky s ablaze and the lands deserted
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| All the waters deeply frozen
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| Where hunger reigns and the wolves are howling
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| We become the thieves and liars
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| Close to the fire |