| The rains move in eastwards, in waves of succession
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| Drawing lines of grey across the sky
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| With history just as close as a hand on the shoulder
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| In hunger and impatience we cry
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| The battle against corruption rages in each corner
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| There must be something better, something pure
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| And the call it is answered from the caves to the cities
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| Come the dealers of salvation on Earth
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| We’ve seen the restless children at the head of the columns
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| Come to purify the future with the arrogance of youth
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| Nothing is as cruel as the righteousness of innocence
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| With automatic weapons and a gospel of the truth
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| Revolution forever, succession of the seasons
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| Within the blood of nature, all raised to rot and die
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| This purity is a lie
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| Now immaculate conception in sterilised laboratories
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| How the vanity goes on
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| Or in the message of the preacher with his morals and obsessions
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| The wars that we wage upon ourselves
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| Purity is a virtue, purity is an angel
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| Purity is for madmen to make fools of us all
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| So forgive yourself my friend, all this will soon be over
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| What happened here tonight is nothing at all
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| Revolution forever, succession of the seasons
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| Within the blood of nature, all raised to rot and die
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| This purity is a lie
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| I will always see Brendan at that broken down piano
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| His fingers thick and red, shaking on the keys
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| Battered by the years of alcohol and working
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| Still playing with the faith that never leaves
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| So sit us down, buy us a drink, tell us a good story
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| Sing us a song we know to be true
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| I don’t give a damn that I never will be worthy
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| Fear is the only enemy that I still know |