| My land should not let our heroes go
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| In my own land our souls would worth more than a war
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| Silence, my words are dying, while I deny it
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| No father should lose their son
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| My footprints are fading away
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| And not a single word is left to say
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| You painted in gray the shore of my land
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| A painting of sadness
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| Lonely I’m knocking at your door
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| I feel the blurring breeze revealing more and more
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| Slowly I shed no more tears, I know you’re with me
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| I will avenge your brave souls
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| I can’t just wash my blood away
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| There are grains of sand in my veins
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| Dry leaves are falling, such a beauty to share
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| They tell you reap and sow but life is not always fair
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| We’re always delayed crossing oceans of void
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| Life plays tricks on us building diamonds with stones
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| Don’t let go of the rope
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| Feelings always unknown
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| Father and son
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| You painted in gray the shore of my land
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| A painting of sadness
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| You were the key when smiled at me
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| You were my life which ends in here
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| But your soul’ll live on
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| A faith I’ve not shown
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| You’re a diamond, I’m a stone
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| And you’ll fly away
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| In black and white I stay
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| A price we just can’t pay
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| A role I can’t play |