| If I could rewind — the turning hands of time
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| Only progressing forwards on a constant speed
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| A pace without disgrace — right to infinity
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| We must go on without correction of our deeds
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| It sounds like irony — «we all are free»
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| Captured by our past eternally
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| Those to me are fools — «who try to change»
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| The facts of history
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| Like our acts of hate — which will never fade
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| Inside our memory like a secret haze
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| On the day we die — sins evade from inside
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| Never to fade — impossible to erase
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| It sounds like irony — «we all are free»
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| Captured by our past eternally
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| Those to me are fools — «who try to change»
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| The facts of history
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| That’s why we feel — sadness… madness
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| So many tears we shed — a lake of tears
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| To wash the sins away — but they never disappear
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| Memories always coming through
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| Life does not forget the truth
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| Our ancestors accused — same us our children
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| They point their fingers at us (it's us) you were killing
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| Time is running out — to correct the direction
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| Is there only sadness left or time — for correction?
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| A possibility — «that we are free»
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| To change fate with fantasy
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| We can make the rules «change the lanes»
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| Away from hate — away from hate
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| Away from sadness… madness… |