| Will the earth sink into the abyss of nothingness
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| With naught but thick blackness
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| And have I followed the will of my own
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| No, I don’t think I’m any better than you
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| If the circle gets all straightened up
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| Then comes the age of northern winds
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| No one is crowned, Let this word be weighed
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| I’ve washed my hands to hold you close
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| Well, I’m dead serious tonight and I’ll have it now
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| Set out to sing, Baby, To sing the verses of fall
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| When there are no more words left
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| That’s the right thing to do, Right on yeah
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| Well, I’m dead serious tonight and I’ll have it now
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| Set out to sing, Baby, To sing the verses of fall
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| When there are no more words left
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| That’s the right thing to do
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| It’s not a question of who’s the meanest motherfucker on earth
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| It’s not a question of who gives or who doesn’t give a fuck
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| «Maahan miehet, Maahan miekat, Maahan…» |