| Whatever’s coming out to attack us
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| Is missing, that that’s what we’ve had enough of!
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| Reckoning we’re up for one more fight but
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| Nothing is left aboard to protect us
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| Whatever’s coming out to attack us
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| Is missing that there’s no more to be scuffed
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| Cause all that is left for us is dangling
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| On and on till we pass on the thin string
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| If I could see the point in all this pain, the sense of suffering
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| I’d surely not give in
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| If we could feel the sun up rising, a warming lighting
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| We would not give in!
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| Nothing left but our last farewell
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| Since the day that god in heaven fell
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| «Follow rivers? |
| nd the seas», they tell
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| But from the seas returns our helpless yell
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| Will you be here with me as we see the
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| Enemy coming close and arrive?
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| Is crying out, raising flags of defeat
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| And losing our lifes to them still the same thing? |