| Mortify
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| Mortify
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| What we`d learned in the years of brutality
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| Where the flowers are growing on bloody sand — we`re walking on
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| Where the lover is killing by goverment — we`re perish of
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| In this world where`s only behind facade
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| Lies and words of contempt and hate
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| We are ready to kill
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| We are ready to kill
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| Flying away
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| Obsessed by the madness that I could escape
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| Flying away
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| Flying away
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| Obsessed by the madness only others must pay
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| Flying away
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| But what can we do if there is in the space
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| Only the earth as a mankinds place
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| What can we do
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| What can we do |