| BLACK DRAPES FOR TOMORROW
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| A slow procession to the burial
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| Dressed up just right for an early ceremony
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| Every day we celebrate the funeral of mankind
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| Years of reveries gone down the drain
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| We have been taught to follow the prints
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| To reach the edge of human stupidity
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| We break the coherence we tend to keep
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| The future is a torn up black dirty drape
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| One day I’ll be reaching home
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| A whole life to reconstruct
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| All our dreams are gonna hang so high
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| Bitter taste, nothing but a rough sorrow
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| Will we remain when everything will fall?
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| Dead end maze, are we the ones to follow?
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| Black drapes for tomorrow
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| We have been taught to see it differently
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| And to imagine a blooming future
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| Yet we are blind to a greater movie
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| All we can see are these black flags waving
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| One day I’ll be reaching home
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| A whole life to reconstruct
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| All our dreams are gonna end some time |