| Crossing the lands
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| Through the ivory gates of dreams
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| We start our trip in search for freedom
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| We push our souls
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| Through the folds of space and time
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| In search for hopes we never found
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| And tonight we won’t fail
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| It is do or die
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| When tomorrow comes
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| We will hail to the new sun
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| Feel the wind on your face
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| While we ride
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| It’s the cold wind of freedom
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| Two small points in the sky
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| Tiny lights
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| Going back to where we belong
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| Look at the world
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| We are leaving it behind
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| Our trip has started now we’re moving forth
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| No turning back
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| From the choice we have made
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| We’re ending now what (we)started years ago
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| And tonight we won’t fail
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| It is do or die
|
| When tomorrow comes
|
| We will hail to the new sun
|
| Feel the wind on your face
|
| While we ride
|
| It’s the cold wind of freedom
|
| Two small points in the sky
|
| Tiny lights
|
| Going back to where we belong
|
| Feel the wind on your face
|
| While we ride
|
| It’s the cold wind of freedom
|
| Two small points in the sky
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| Tiny lights
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| Going back to where we belong |