| Even if the sky is grey
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| We’ll have feelings come what may.
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| Even as these faces pass by Fighting but they don’t know why.
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| Oh my, under Northern Skies.
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| Oh my, under Northern Skies.
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| A smile can go a long, long way,
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| A candle on a darkening day.
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| They say only the strongest survive
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| But everyone dies, you know that everybody dies
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| Under Northern Skies.
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| Is it too late to change our fate with love?
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| Under Northern Skies.
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| It’s too late to make up? | 
| I can see it in my head
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| But things begin to fall apart instead.
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| Too late to turn back when you see with your own eyes
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| That everyone dies, you know that everybody dies
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| Under Northern Skies.
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| Your taking apart a piece of puzzle, looking through the lies
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| Of all the racists and the bigots living in disguise
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| And understanding all the hatred in their eyes,
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| Windows to the soul are the weapon of the wise man.
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| Hey Mr. officer let go me hand,
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| You don’t know me and you don’t understand
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| We are all one people here
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| Under Northern Skies.
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| Oh my, under Northern Skies.
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| It’s not too late to change our fate with love?
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| Oh my, under Northern Skies.
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| It’s not too late to change our fate with love?
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| Oh my, under Northern Skies.
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| Hey Mr. officer let go me hand,
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| You don’t know me and you don’t understand.
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| Hey Mr. officer let go me hand,
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| You don’t know me and you don’t understand me. |