| Oh, you were born with the sun
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| And oh, you will die with the moon
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| And everything you thought you had, you lost
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| But now, you’d never lose what you don’t have
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| Prayers from above, never answered quite enough
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| Now the only one you have is
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| You, with this cruel and bitter heart
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| You were cold and in love, left here naked in the sun
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| Run, scared, from this cruel and bitter world
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| This has only begun, as the bombs are bursting on
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| Smoke arose on azimuth glares, bodies brood in frigid winter air
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| Where families' sons are robbed beneath their feet, and hearts concede
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| «Ab ovo,» the angel sings, «Ad astra»; |
| our eyes to the sea
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| We thought that we had a cause for suffering
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| And reason enough to die alone
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| Oh, but you, with this cruel and bitter heart
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| You were cold and in love, left here naked in the sun
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| Run, scared, from this cruel and bitter world
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| This has only begun, as the bombs are bursting off
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| With our feet beneath us, with our hands to the sky
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| We extend our limbs begging «why oh why?»
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| Don’t turn away!
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| Prayers from above, never answered quite enough
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| Looking up never offered you too much
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| Now the only one you have is… |