| What is left of our world, today
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| Walls have fallen with peace
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| But walls are build within our hearts
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| Wars are fought within
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| A cloak lies over our world
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| A misery show without an end
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| The masses follow the masses
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| The blind will lead the way
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| To see the colors that rest within your mind
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| The paradise we seek lies inside
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| Who’s to blame, who will lose
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| Now the dice have been rolled
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| We must find the guilty ones
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| Instead of condemning what has been done
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| Who shall we praise now
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| When all our gods are gone
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| Living is not just to live
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| In a conrete or cardboard box
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| Think in a carbonized world
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| Where all has been done before
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| The thought of a perfect world
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| On the pile of broken dreams
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| To see the colors that rest within your mind
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| The paradise we seek lies behind
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| Who’s to blame, who will lose
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| Now the dice have been rolled
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| We must find the guilty ones
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| Instead of condemning what has been done
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| From the smoking cities we shall rise
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| And on the ashes we will build
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| Praying for that one day
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| The sun will rise again… |