| Every day’s morning is like a race
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| bad news and bad guys, it’s always the same
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| checking the newspapers i’m losing my will
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| to see this world coming undone
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| to come undone
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| No sign of mercy, no sign of god
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| gathering deadlines like waves on a shore
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| I have found an inner place, where everything is
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| gonna be so well
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| nevermore, my breaking dawn, will hurt my eyes
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| Looking for the heavens above
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| there’s no sign of decay
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| no mor efeeling, bane in my blood
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| i can understand
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| looking for the heavens above
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| there’s no sign of decay
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| now i understand
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| Someone is trying to forget it
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| but the truth is always there
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| we are puppets on the strings,
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| but we think we have a chance
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| on the road we’ve faced a dark side,
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| in many people we have met
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| as the light breaks the night sky, every shadow
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| melts away
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| Lurking in darkness, my anger grows
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| thou hast deceived me with words of gold
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| out of the trail and out of the plan
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| cutting my ropes, i’m walking alone, i walk alone
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| No sign of mercy, no sign of god
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| gathering deadlines like waves on a shore
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| I have found an inner place, where everything is
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| gonna be so quiet |