| How far have we fallen, how far can we go?
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| How far will we fall, if there’s nothing below
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| You stand on a rock, suspended in air
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| Emblazoned with sunlight keenly aware
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| That we’ve broken free, something has changed
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| A tear in the fabric, some tiles rearranged
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| We are the no men in no man’s land
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| We are the no men in no man’s land
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| Darkness the one thing we all understand
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| We are the no men in no man’s land
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| We are the no men in no man’s land
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| And the truth will rise above, and fiction fall beneath
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| Although the lies may bite, the truth has all the teeth
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| You see us as a window, you’re happy that we’re here
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| Exposed to all the elements, while inside all is clear
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| But if you hold a mirror, and you turn it to one side
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| The depth you see within at first, will find a place to hide
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| We are the no men in no man’s land
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| The loss of all motion, the absence of sound
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| When there’s no sun to circle around
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| We are the no men in no man’s land |