| I don’t care for the riddles unspoken
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| March to the cross and believe
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| My faith is never ending
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| Now assail the creation of life
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| No one there to welcome
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| A bright light, on a deserted plain
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| Your God is absent
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| And Heaven abandoned
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| We’ll find a place, where we’re no strangers
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| Past revelation
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| My true dominion
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| Strike down, this fierceful entity
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| They stand on their ground or they run
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| Won’t cease the morning sun
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| 'cause we stole heaven from the Earth
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| Harsh, demeaning, endless seaming
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| This was all I was given
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| One fatal last mistake
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| The word of remorse came too late
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| No one there to welcome
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| A bright light, on a deserted plain
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| Your God is absent
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| And Heaven abandoned
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| Strike down, this fierceful entity
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| They stand on their ground or they run
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| Won’t cease the morning sun
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| 'cause we stole heaven from the Earth
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| We’ll find our way there
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| And then return
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| We’ll bring the storms
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| Strike down, this fierceful entity
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| They stand on their ground or they run
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| Won’t cease the morning sun
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| 'cause we stole heaven from the Earth |