| There used to be home
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| A fair deal of some sort
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| Absolute world, a secure world
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| The cub now feels strong
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| He escapes to see the storms
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| Absolute world, now a bleak world
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| Without Roots, without shelters
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| No fears but the fear of freedom´s void
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| Building on this air, a card castle
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| Built only to witness its collapse.
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| Without roots, without gods.
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| Just clear vision
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| A constant walk along a ledge
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| At last line, a dead end
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| Feet on dark mind
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| The free soul dwells in vertigo
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| A material legacy we left behind our steps
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| Lifeless, useless
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| Behold the absence becoming flesh
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| He old air inside my empty home
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| Dust and silence
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| Will feed the ghost of memories gone
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| A doomed attempt to say forever
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| In mortal men´s domain
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| Dragging the dead weight of time
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| The hangman in disguise
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| Collecting, acquiring, storing
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| A dream of transcendence that expired
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| Collecting, acquiring, storing
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| A stream of debris we call life. |