| A silent awe, a thrill of joy
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| All eyes upon the eager boy
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| An eerie hush, they let it in
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| Released the beast and let the game begin
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| While prancing to the overture
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| He knew what he was meant to do
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| And so he stabbed it in the back
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| And realized, his tragic friend was dead
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| Utopia, Utopia, where a hero’s meant to shine
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| But a beggar’s left behind
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| Utopia, Utopia, where the frantic quest for peace
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| Only leads into disease
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| Ohh
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| With time the boy became a man
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| And there was blood upon his hands
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| By day adored as demigod
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| But nights, his inner demons walked abroad
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| The deadly dance of man and beast
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| Demoralized him piece by piece
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| He feard the day he’d be remiss
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| When finally he’d meet his nemesis
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| Utopia, Utopia, where a hero’s meant to shine
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| But a beggar’s left behind
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| Utopia, Utopia, where the frantic quest for peace
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| Only leads into disease
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| Ohh
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| He knew his life was built on sand
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| When it all got out of hand
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| And the crowd, they showed no mercy
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| And so he tried to suit their needs
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| Stumbling, wholly drugged with sleep
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| On the road, the road to ruin
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| Now there he lay, so frail and weak
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| Recalled a life, so bittersweet
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| And as his foe eclipsed hie skies
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| He saw a touch of goodness in its eyes
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| Utopia, Utopia, where a hero’s meant to shine
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| But a beggar’s left behind
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| Utopia, Utopia, where the frantic quest for peace
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| Only leads into disease
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| Ohh
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| Utopia, Utopia, where a beggar died alone
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| Now a hero’s coming home
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| Utopia, Utopia, and the cheering fades away
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| And a silence comes to stay |