| In the streets of broken daydreams
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| A darker air is there to breathe
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| We pay the pawn out of isolation
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| And leave the rust of the past behind
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| We don’t need no false affection
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| What we need is truth to carry on
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| On our way out of suppression
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| We surmount the hills of a fallen age
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| And we are yearning for new visions
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| For a new world coming to life
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| We build a future full of splendor
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| And we leave our past behind
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| And we are yearning for new visions
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| We’re just waiting for a sign
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| For our dreams, for our existence
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| And we’re proceeding now with pride
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| Times are changing, words are forcing
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| New inventions are appealing to see
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| When our greed is striking back now
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| Lead by steam and electricity
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| We don’t need no false affection
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| What we need is truth to carry on
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| On our way out of depression
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| We go the rails of our dreams along |